She woke up from nightmares crying,
Realising her dreams were dying.
She left without a word,
no one noticed, no one heard.
Tears running down her face,
all she needed was some space.
she came upon a dirty track,
Shaking hard but no turning back.
she sat for long in the rain,
waiting for that final train.
ending her life and soul forever,
she told herself its now or never.
it was fast, not slow
when delivering the fatal blow
she took her secrets to her grave
This little girl could never be saved
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