I can picture her bright blue eyes
Piercing right through me;
The person I was not supposed to be.
How enraged she is.
A long long time ago, she thought
I was fierce enough
To stumble and rise rise rise,
To almost quit and pick myself up
Again.
Lord, you saw it arrive.
The big wave which pulled me under,
Its dark ink staining my sheets.
I screamed,
At the top of my lungs.
Maybe I lacked: it was my fault.
I should have talked louder.
A very sweet, and adorably blue
Little girl.
Can I still save her?
Her only wish was to be seen.
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