She stands at the bank of the river
it is beautiful, she thinks
the golden rays hitting the calm surface.
She stares out into the horizon
it seems far off
just like her mind..and heart
A tear slowly glides down her cheek
is this it, is this all that life has to offer
The pain is gripping
a tight vice around her insides
She lets out a sob
and wonders if anyone really cares
She harshly wipes off the tear
as she has learned to with time
bottle it all up, she knows best
She wonders,
does the pain stop when you are dead
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