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She sits on the bench


Sad eyes watch

The people move

Always moving forward

Destination driving their journey.

She sighs heavily.

Her body collapses

Head down



The task of moving forwards

Overwhelms her

No life in her

She exists in the past

Locked in memories

Comfort in the known

Her body twitches

Slowly she stands

Freedom she chooses
Life she chooses Hope she chooses

The past, it tentacles

Grip tighter

She fights harder

Her body strains

From deep within her

Let me go

She runs

Doesn’t look back

She moves forward

Her destination unknown

You are free she whispers

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