Untitled -- 7.28.2002


She was crying on the outside;

Nothing was the same.

The truth be told, she couldn't hold

all that she had to gain.

This strange new world around her,

was empty and unkind.

She needed peace, it wouldn't cease

These terrors for the mind.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this isn't a poem for like....people, i'm just trying out a new set up for rhyming ~_~;

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