The End Is Near
The beginning is long gone and the end is near
Running with no doubts in her mind but she still runs with fear
With her heart in her left hand and her mind in the other
She searchers for a place to hide them a place to cover
A shelter a home a reset button
A place and a time where she can just let go of this life and be able to start another
With not a second to spare would she say yes
Everything would change nothing would be the same
She wouldn't be sane or the same
And when she would cry out at night no one would hear
Because no one can hear someone who can't appear
Who isn't here who isn't there
No where to be found
She is a shadow
A shadow that walks around this earth trying to be seen
Trying to be recognized from the crowds of people who walk by her everyday
And Maybe if I act like this or talk like this or walk like this someone will notice me
But imitating someone else will only degrade me
Will only ashame me
Will only defy me
With no tears to fall and no voice to be heard she is a blank page
Ready to be given the ink to write out her life and live it
Ready to do the unthinkable and unimagenable but what would a life be if you planned it all out on your own with no lesson to be told taught and learned
With life comes patience and with patience comes deliverence the end is near
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