Eilena Sharpe Poems

Once upon a nightmare
there was a girl,
the girl was alone
she was always alone
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As the wind blows in the
moment so blue
i say my last goodbyes to you
i let go of all my fears
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I'm running out of breath
losing all my air...
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The wind blows
swirling her hair around
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i hear the voices deep inside
talking screaming and crying inside
i yell in my mined to tell them to stop
then scream in pain when i here the gum shot
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