Who's to say,
She doesn't sit all alone in the dark,
with no one,
and nothing,
Who's to say,
she isn't tortured in her own mind,
and every time she thinks about the pain,
it makes her want to die.
Who's to say,
she isn't abused and kicked around,
by everyone,
tell me that.
If you know so much,
then tell me....who's to say....
And maybe you'll find out someday,
but right now...
who's to say....
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You have written this piece with such great emotion and and strong feelings, I hope things are alright with you, take care. May peace and joy once again fill your heart. Scott