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What in
her life could be so bad,
To cause her to act this way?
To sit alone in emptiness,
And watch her hopes decay.
Unable to
offer a friendly cheer,
When someone says, "Good-Day",
Not caring to simply say "Hello",
She sends them on their way.
I wonder
what hurt she's holding in,
That keeps her locked inside,
Instead of trusting that life goes on,
She sits in her 'prison' and dies.
A life of
self-pity and bitterness,
A life of hurt and pain,
She pushes away the friends she had,
And tells them they're to blame.
A
spiritual cancer that eats the soul,
And leaves an empty shell,
It destroys the things she once held dear,
And traps her in this 'hell'.
And then
one day, she fades away,
And no one seems to care,
She lies in a distant, unmarked grave,
But no one remembers where.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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