Nights are colder,
days seem longer…
Pray it only makes her stronger.
Stopping at green lights,
going on red…
Mourning the living,
envy the dead.
Crying in silence,
thinking out loud,…
Falling up the ladder,
growing into a child.
More suffering and pain.
the greater she became…
Discover the meaning,
for the first time…
Again.
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