Her Life

Her tears fell upon the ground; Packing her bag, crying – the only sound.

One last glance as she slammed the door; This life of hers, exists no more.

On the train she wipes her tears; All alone now, facing her fears.

She reached a place she did not know; Sad and broken, her life was hollow.

She walked along the pebbly road; Thanking life for what it bestowed.

… to be continued

 

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