Face pale like a sick girl in jail, while she sleeps with sweet dreams that sail, across deep oceans, she then opens her eyes but fails to see, only to trail her thin fingers over the brail at her attempt to read, a note of another, the plead from her mother, asking fo forgiveness, a witness in her eyes, even though she can't see her heart's still alive, waiting for the day she feels the need to die, because everyday of her life she strives, relying soley on truth, she doesn't lie, only breathes hope in this fight, 'everything's alright' she says over the phone, 'mom told me that I might be left alone, ' she hangs up the phone to leave her dad in groans, she's never prone to tears streaming down her face, she feels nothing, not even the slightest of cold disgrace, towards the people who never cared, or whispered lies past her ears, her fate is one she does not fear, with her death so near, she loses her sense to hear, slowly losing everything she held so dear, somehow in the end her hope will surly reappear...
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