She sits on the railroad track
That sat over the river
An old wooden one
That had been shutdown
The tracks red with rust
And the wood greying
The winter green threes
Sat everywhere
Hanging over the water or
Standing tall on the mountains
Her feet were
Dangling over the edge
The cold wind
Pushing them with the breeze
She pulled out her notebook
Her sloppy handwriting
And the ink mixed with tears
From the amount of notes
That are written down
Her mother would worry
Her father couldn't bare
The thought of their perfect daughter
And her love story with fear
Her fingers slid over the words
Allowing the tears to fall
She didn't understand
She didn't want to understand
Why she felt this way
She had no more thoughts
No more ideas
Of what the future write
That was it
this was the end
She was defeated
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