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She sat in a corner, rocked with her cry

Holding her stomach, asking God why

Anger rushed through her sinful thin veins

For acting with ignorance, full of disgrace



She banged on the wall, pleaded and swore

Pulled her black hair, scratched the wood door

Stomped her cold feet, dragged her ripped dress

Crawled on the floor, ripped open her flesh



She felt her pale face, the liquid that dripped

Her fingers stained red, her vison lost grip

Her shoulders felt heavy, her tears fell firm

Her mind was empty, yet her thoughts did burn



And then....nothing





The girl opened her eyes, scared with no clue

She was covered in white, as the walls were too

She stood up, and touched the ground with her feet

She walked toward the door, soon feeling the heat



Everything was pure, her thoughts had no violence

The halls had no doors, no ending to silence

She ran through the halls, yet nothing was near

Then she crashed on a wall, and felt brutal fear



The wall cracked open, to a world with no sound

The girl stepped on the dark, and fell straight down

She fell and fell, she closed her eyes

There was no ground, or light to guide



She simply fell.... to nothingness