she sits there in the corner of her room crying
with blood on the wall
echos of the painful srceams
that night a part of her died
she cuts to forget the bursies on her back
the night welcomes her back
her bag is packed
she has just a little bit of cash
this is her last hope
to change her name
and forget the past
at last she sleeps in a field
she has found a new home
to wonder forever
her ghost of the past
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