- She almost did it
Blood on her hands and pain in her eyes.
With nothing to live for
It seemed worthwhile.
A beacon, a light, a sound.
She crept from the darkness and peered from afar.
She knew not what it was
But it gave her a name.
Now it's a happy life
Filled with laughter, joy, and a sense of belonging.
But the pain still lay there
In its beautiful remains.
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