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The Girl Who Was Always A Tortured Soul
We shared the same sense of humour,
And often laughed until we cried.
Yet your mind-set had its default setting
Always set at Self-destruct... until the
Day you died.
Mental de-fault setting/homepage...=Self-destruct.
You were capable of tender love.
You directed it to animals, Prefering them to people.
Yet loved... you were.
Did you really not know?
Was it impossible for you to grasp?
My beautiful friend. Child in a woman's body.
Emotions stunted at a tender age.
How could you know or understand
How much you were truly loved?
You saw danger at every corner.
You'd forecast pain the moment you
locked eyes with someone new.
So much anger mixed with hatred,
Surged around inside your head.
Hating people... this only hurt YOU.!
Anger, also deep inside,
Hurting only you.
Mental default setting ...... Self-destruct.!
Annually, worse your health became,
I sadly watched deterioration, helpless
to prevent your determination to self-destruct.
Sitting with you at doctors' office
Holding you..... wrapping arms around you
Nothing seemed to bring you back
to the feisty girl l'd known.
Now l can only wait and pray.,
That l will again see you someday.