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Emily Crestfallen

one two three four Emily Crestfallen sits on the shore five six seven eight she's not worrying about her fate nine ten eleven twelve she loves to read books from her shelf thirteen fourteen enough said she's still lonely she's still sad but the waves crash on rocks so old and the sea will not answer it's simply too cold Emily waits without a move for months and years still nothing to lose she can't go home she can't be real now she turned to stone 'cause no one feels the way she did but it's all over she rests in her sleep with all the hidden secrets she used to keep

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