She was gone.

by Beautifully Grotesque   Jun 5, 2005


Crying all alone
In a world full of hate,
sitting by herself
she just couldn't wait.
Standing on a hilltop
she spread her arms out wide,
and let go of everything
just so she could hide.
The wind swept over her
while breathing in the dawn,
With one last breath
her life was finally gone.

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