The cold breeze of air,
Tangles her soft and shiny hair.
The sound of the dried leaves,
Reminds her of her childhood memories.
She was running in the field,
Feeling happy and contented.
Tumbling in the grasses,
Didn't even care about having some bruises.
She closed her eyes and remembered,
The good memories in school she gathered.
Her friends will talk about their crushes,
And how they felt from their first kisses.
The moment she opened her eyes,
Tears came falling and she made a sad smile.
Fate is playful, she may say,
There's no longer she could stay.
The cold breeze of air,
Doesn't make her legs feel any colder.
Inside that rusty wheel chair,
She realized that life is unfair.
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