More is wrong, few is right. Left sitting, a girl, very bright. Thoughts of death, race through her mind. So fragile yet so kind. Everything loved, has gone away. Starting to wonder, what will stay. Race for a new life, put on hold. Things needed, seem bitter or cold. A friendship held, so close to heart. Ripping at the seams, falling apart. With one love, starting to sore. Some thoughts, "What am I good for?" Everything done wrong, few done right. In front she sits, still out of sight. Happiness, still a thought. Waiting for when, it'll be brought. Bad days, still are very hard. Good days, mentioned only in cards. Friendship rekindled? Maybe, maybe not. Worth a try? Willing, one last shot. Lovers forever? She hopes for the best. She learns to grow, with every new test.Birth sign: Aries
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