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Sitting on the green carpet at the top of my stairs.
Looking up at my ceiling fan, imagining myself, hanging by a rope.
And so I contemplated.
Death or life, life or death.
My screams echo against my own ear drums.
Yet, no one even turns a head to save me.
Do you hear me?
You're the desert that's been saved for the end.
You're the girl whose will won't bend.
You're the girl with a huge heart,
Who people will look at and want to be apart.
You're a blessing that's yet to give,
