Holding in her Hand

She's alone

In the dark, in an empty house

It's nine pm

On a Saturday night

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It started today

After waiting for days

The pain is back

And the ache won't go away

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Holding in her hand

What her life could be

What life she will lead

Holding in her hand

What her life could be

What life she will lead

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She takes them out

Reads all she can see

To help, to make, to chose, to try

This is the last time

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Holding in her hand

What her life could be

What life she will lead

Holding in her hand

What her life could be

What life she will lead

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No one will ever know

Even during the show

Her unmarked face, saying:

"This is my time!"

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She's alone 

In the dark, in an empty house

She takes the out

Looks at what she's

Holding in her hand.

The End

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