All her shades of gray,
Seem to fade to white.
Her muscles are relaxed,
Her body is tomb like.

Hoping for the night to never end,
And dreading day to break,
Her dreams consume her body,
And her happiness is alive.

She can no longer feel the pain,
That the sunshine now brings.
Her struggle always ends,
When the covers go over her head.

Looking at her,
You wouldn't even think,
The terrible pain,
This beautiful, young girl knows.

When her eyes are closed,
It conceals the struggle,
But when they are open,
Her life is torture.

So if you come across her sleeping
Remember her as is,
Because it may be the last time,
You see this beauty truly live.





 
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