She was so young, tought by
her life
She had to try to reach the sky
But there was boy she loved
before.
She heard the voice but she
ignored.
She wasn't simple... mistic girl
It was so deep, so hard to go.
This crazy world could kill her
soul,
Which was so clean, but fell in
love.
The little memories from past
Can make the girl to breathe one
last.
The boy, who wasn't so alone,
Had hurt the girl...Her eyes were
blury.
Hoe could one person change
the life?
The girl just wanted to survive.
The last love storry for this time.
The girl was hoping, but hope
died.
It was a hell, the awfull times.
As many thoughts, as little
mice...
No one can feel those feelings
now,
The times had gone, I don't
know, how...
But memories are still in head.
She was so happy, now she's
glad
SHE
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