At the bus-stop.
Silence is golden.
On the outside.
But here she stands.
The girl I never thought I'd see.
The girl who tortured me.
She's skinny now.
And ever so frail.
Friendless.
And Alone.
She bends over.
To pick up her ticket.
And then I see.
Black Lace.
Not quite covering the red gashes.
Under her black lace.
Are the fears that lie inside.
Friendless.
And Alone...
With her,
Black Lace
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