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A girl rotting
A girl alone

She is still for hours
She is still forgotten

A girl downtrodden
A girl down on her luck 

She is drunk on misery
She wakes hungover on woe

A girl runs on decaf
A girl sleeps away

She is ruined by the hope
She is stuck on pause

A girl with thought and drive
A girl without a way

She is shell of routine
She is but a memory

A girl running out
A girl ill with frustration

She is I
She is me


-s.grace
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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