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Fallen; But Never Caught

The best thing about tonight
is shes not fighting

Running down the street
she drops to her knees
She whispers "please"
As her cross is in her hands.

Blood runs down her arms
The rain starts to sting

People, everywhere, calling for her
but she cant hear them

Her sight is set on him
Calling to her, but its not true

He doesnt want her, and she knows
Her only words are, i cant do this anymore.

The blood isnt dripping anymore,
its forming like puddles around her.

They tried to save her, but it was too late
Maybe this was her only fate.

By, Bobbi Brooks.

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