No one
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She walks cold and alone,
There's no one to turn to
No one to talk to,

Her feelings bundled up in a ball;
Afraid to let them out, afraid to fall
Why can't she speak her heart?
Because no one listens
No one cares

Ignored,
She feels as if her life is over,
And why is that?
Because she has no one to share it with,
There's no one to cherish it,
No one to hold her or to
Let her cry upon their shoulder, telling her
Everything will turn out okay,

Her eyes red and swollen from the tears,
Caught up in all her depression and fears


And every single day
She lives her life this way,
And why is that?
Because there's no one
No one at all,
No one to catch her when she falls

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aequitas, in the year 485 AD.