She felt herself whisking away,
Like some kind of unwanted stray.
She forgot who she had become.
All she wanted to do was run.
Her nightmares became her best friend.
Scary as it seemed, death was her end.
Listening to the sounds of yesterday's journey.
Freedom, she didn't see.
So she counted on her instincts instead.
And found the next stop was death.
Sad as it may seem,
The light above did gleam.
Her angel was coming soon,
Right above the stars and the moon.
She lay their addressed with fear.
Nothing left inside of her except that one last tear.
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