A girl I didn't know ,
Her face I didn't see.
A spirit that was so low.
As low as the sea.
A day that was so nice
cold but quite splice
I went along my merry way
not thinking of her today
To the many of us not disturbed
this day was one of many
not different from the rest
nor the same as any of the best
One girl with inner wars
with thoughts of pain and unconstrained
hoping to escape through one simple act
to her it all seemed so wrong so lost
I went to work this normal day
only thinking of the sublime
dwelling on my own thoughts of pain
a bubble of resistance so plain.
To another I didn't know
tis would be the last of her today
the pain the games would end for her
at peace she would be .
Many tears would I see
on the faces of the sea.
The cold would take her so slow
the Ice would cover her grave.
Her thoughts never let her know
the pain that this would sow.
To those around her in there bubbles
they would burst this normal day.
Her pain would be all of ours now,
her tears and hurt would spread
from her to the world they were released.
For her a sudden peace but for them nothing
quite that close.
From her pain comes more pain
a cycle we cannot close
for this is what happens
when we are closed.
On a normal day like so many others
the end would come so slow unlike the
world we know.
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