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A poem I wrote during one of my sad spells.

Wounds never to be healed,
Leaving an open heart to be unwantedly discovered,
Darkened shades hide the true feelings of the beholder,
Behind the deep silence of the night,
She awaits the distant train called Life.
It will never come.
She plays a tune,
a tune named away,
For her feelings are forgotten,
a distant memory,
she awaits the time when she can fly,
chase her dreams,
love,
create a tune called happiness,
where she can prove herself,
and finally catch that train.