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+Beginning to Fade+
Silence blending into dark
Leaving an empty space
A cold, lonely sad person
With her life on her face.
Nothing is said
No noise is made
She is seen, things are heard
But all beginning to fade.
Left stuggling, all alone
In this big, cruel world
Feeling like no one understands
Sitting in a dark corner, curled.
Nothing is said
No noise is made
She is seen, things are heard
But all beginning to fade.
(old poem)
