The Grinding End

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written about a very good friend of mine... My personal insite into her mind.

Submitted: March 15, 2008

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Deep into the silent night
Alone in her quivering fright,
Left forgotten,
Not even a face a mother could love.
 
 
Left in a wrong that became right,
Loving the hate with a deathly spite
All alone,
No way to run from whats already been done.
 
 
Left in her horible deformity
Silent refusal of conformity
What now?
Leave it all, just run, run, run...?
 
 
In wildest dreams she runs with the free
In waking she only dares to flee
They dont want her.
The grinding end has slowly begun.


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