Tomorrow
Tear stained face she sits on the floor to weep.
She cuts one way;
Then the other just as deep.
She stares down at her red sorrow as it drips from her finger tips.
She's just another file;
No one knows her pain.
She breaks a smile;
She'll never see tomorrow.
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