Suspended
She's been suspended, put on hold.
For some reason, she decided to fold,
to disappear, to follow the mold.
That world, seemed slightly less cold.
But it wasn't her, it wasn't true.
That world, is much too askew.
Certain of this, she always knew,
in the future, she'd have to pull through.
Now she's back, the world hasn't changed.
there's much to be done, it's still deranged.
at least now, it's slightly less estranged,
because she hasn't remained unchanged.
So much to be done, in so little time,
to flee again, would be the greatest crime.
To rid the world, of all the grime,
she's doing it, through the use of rhyme.
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