Sometimes she would cry
That we cannot deny
Sometimes she would wish
That she could fly
Sometimes she was weak
And unable to speak
Sometimes she would wonder
Whether depression has reached its peak
Sometimes she was in pain
But she never turned vain
Sometimes she would ask why
Her life is boring and plain
Sometimes she was left out
And could not join the game
She was who all would blame
The girl with no name
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Behind The Sun
PoetryThe sunset must be felt, not seen. For we could have never known what could have been. 👑mèmamamé
