GIRL

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She sitting there

  twirling her hair.

  Shes on the step.  She has wept.

     She looks down at the ground.  Theres no happiness to be found.

   Theres no joy to be found.

    Downcast.

    Shes thinking of times past

     She does cry

    Shes thinking of times past

    She wishes she had a friend.  Sometimes she wishes her life would end.

  A condition hard to defend.

   She just has a job

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

sounds like this girl went through a broken relationship,is totally heartbroken and even a job can't divert her attentions from her sorrow. great write!