She’s shaking from fear.
She ran from the nightmare.
She’s crying now.
She screams but one can hear.
She’s lost can’t find her way.
She thinks it’s the end.
She’s gone before the brand new day.
She died.
She’s happy the pain is gone.
She misses what she left behind.
She’s remembered as brave.
She will never be forgotten.
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