She played in broken treeswhen she fell and grazed her knees
she watched herself bleed
in litte bright red broken streams
then she hid among the leaves
so she could quietly agree
that she was broken
a thousand tiny sheep
dance round her cold little feet
she couldn't get to sleep
afraid of who or what she'd meet
in her dreams
because they always made creatures
chasing at her screams
that she couldn't quite believe
so she asked them quietly to leave
she's always there in this twilight.
she just whispers...
I want you to remember me.
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