She throws herself down on her bed, letting out a small cry.

The night has fallen once again, dark is the sky.

All day she has been hiding, wandering all alone.

Hoping he won't see her and wonder if she's home.

No friends seem to notice, no one seems to care.

She is isolating herself, trying to give them a scare.

Yet all she finds is loneliness, all she finds is blues.

Noone would even notice if she ever moved.


The End

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