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She wakes to many letters in the post
Avoiding them as if ghosts
Full of bills and other bad news
She wishes she was in different shoes
Her life never goes the way it should
She does all she can, all she could
Everyone at her in many ways
She sees no light or happier days
She doesn’t help herself though
Head in the sand she burrows
Hiding away from all in this world
She’s a woman but feels like a little lost girl
Will no-one help her, can no-one see?
Will someone help set her free?
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Nov 26, 2013
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