Unknown Pain.
As the rain fell softly down;
washing everything anew,
the silent girl wept of her pain
in the shadows of the night.
There came no call for her return;
No voice raised in question.
She took that final leap of dispair;
plunging into her ice cold coffin.
Her tears silenced by the current.
The girl finally finding peace
at the bottom of the river.
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