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Her


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I smiled at her...
The girl with sunken eyes and messy hair
Her posture sagged;
With dry lips, wet cheeks and dead eyes,
Made a promise -
No drama, no more pretty lies.
Shoulders squared,
Chin up and head held high,
She was ready to say good bye.
Thus came her time to rise,
To be wise.
For she knew now -
No one else will pick her up but herself;
No one else can pick me up but me.