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by Ali Dec 24, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
From one school to another one city to the next she ran from all her problems her life was one big test This test she often failed as easy as it seemed reality's harsh warnings washed away her dreams She wanted to be perftect the one who'd done it all the grades, the college, professional sports but she'd hit her brick wall Her struggle came with failure her biography, not grand she cried inside with weariness heart's teardrops on her hand And lying on her deathbed, her last breath 'round the bend, she looked up at her truest friend, and this she gently said: "Promise me one promise, to burn my worn-out form. And spread throughout this bitter realm, the tale of a my conform ." Her life was one big battle, a battle bravely won. Though she never reached perfection. Her soulfulness lives on.