Raindrops cloud her vision as she makes her way down gray street.
She passes on without a sound, all of the people she will never meet.
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She only cries when it rains so that the world can't see her tears.
It's nothing new, she's always been this way.
Through days, and months, and years.
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And in the background, she just sits while bigger players take the stage.
People are chapters in her book, but to others, she's just a page.
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She never hesitates, just looks.
As all the world plays out its rage.
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While silently her soul just sleeps
Her heart locked firmly in a cage.
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She never lets loose her emotions,
Never lets anyone near.
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Never grasps any real notions,
To her, her place was always clear.
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When were you born?
How did you make it?
You were not torn,
How did you take it?
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Your heart was pure.
A sign of evil.
You past the moments
Awaiting upheaval.
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They tried to take you.
Turn your soul.
Make you like them.
Break your mold.
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Oh, but you did it.
You fought the fire.
Held your ground.
Vowed not to fire.