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Stillness stains my mind

As I contemplate the confusion of her misunderstood life.

She didn't intend for it to be like this

A desolate spirit whose thoughts were discarded,

Disregarded;

I relive her misery,

Stamping at my ego with my fingertips.

So quick to judge, are we in this society,

That we fail to forsee the fates,

The paths

That some willingly choose - unsure as to whether there is another option.

The loneliest girl disappears into the unknown

Dust coming from the road she took with every footstep,

Every sigh

Echoes

Within the depths of a young, misjudged girl's mind.