She , Her , Herself








It is Dusk and it prolongs,

Here I am, with noone along.

The Dawn will rise again,

And My day has to go on.

But will anyone notice if I was gone?


Every ounce of her smile,

Was the glory to the world.

Her rage on actions,

Countered the Evil yet

Engaged in solitude and Grief,

 will anyone knew she flee as free?


Maybe she might have flee free.

Maybe they might notice If she was gone.

And maybe her day could turn better.

All she knew was that ,

At the end of the night,

SHE HAD HERSELF.

 

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