so she sits,
so silently away from the others.
her head bowed,
as to remain hidden.
her eyes speaking
to the quiet voices inside you.
she is beauty,
captivated,
frozen,
and breaking.
she is the beauty of a creature feared,
by all those who wish to judge,
to mock,
or to forget.
she is the perfect picture
of lonesome.
she looks at you,
thoughts dancing,
beyond her eyes.
how could a creature such as she,
choose the fear,
the pain,
and the unforgiveness of being alone?
 
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