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Through a "Pained" Window
What is it that she wants,
What is it that she sees,
That seems so unattainable,
Impossible to reach?
Encased within this house of fear,
Yet longing to be free,
Watching life quickly pass her by,
Wondering will it ever be?
Looking through a "pained" window,
She see the goings on,
Yet nothing seems to wait for her,
Why can't she too belong?
Days, months, years are gone,
Never to follow her heart,
Destined to live, yet not at all,
Encumbered and apart.
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