Slowly, she swept the floor
Hoping it was the same way to clear her mind
Wishing to overcome with optimism
But fear was all she could find
From pellucid to opaque
It was all too much to intake
Triggered in fear
The girl quickly turned
She drowned in her tears,
remembering her older years
Torment and Sorrow
Long and Narrow
Everyday there was mourning
Everyday she would worry
Everyday she was sorry
Everyday was a burden
Everything became hazy
Like she could not remember
the days when she was younger,
those days when she used to be happy
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