she was there like a rock
always there, always watching
getting walked over
some people seemed interested in her
they’d look and admire
but ultimately kept walking over her
the one person stopped everyday to look at her
they’d walk around her
one day they walked over without stopping to admire her as usual
the next day they stopped to try and find her
she was no longer there
she was never a rock
she was a passing wind
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
she was there like a rock
always there, always watching
getting walked over
some people seemed interested in her
they’d look and admire
but ultimately kept walking over her
the one person stopped everyday to look at her
they’d walk around her
one day they walked over without stopping to admire her as usual
the next day they stopped to try and find her
she was no longer there
she was never a rock
she was a passing wind
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