The sweetest of the sad
Lays awake wondering
Where she went wrong.
The Hate that lies beside her
She couldn't help but love.
She had to get away
Yet she couldn't leave her soul behind
She loved the Hate so much
Where did I go wrong?
She thought as a little of her drifted away slowly with every second
Her heart broke with every glance, every memory
Every lost chance she had to escape.
She held on, believing it would get better
Believing it would change....
But crystal tears cling to her face
As death's call rings upon her phone
The voice of an angel could be heard
Sending her the message to change all
She knew this could be the end or the beginning
The chance to be reborn, or the chance to be killed
The phone goes dead, as the sirens become alive
This was her choice
Her God given power to save these lives
Finally, she had the power
The determination
But alas the fear ravaged her
Could she finally allow the peace to flow
Or would the Hate win once more?
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