She's back at that place again.
Watching broken people.
Who in turn watch their own broken dreams float by.
Who live their broken lives.
Daily trying to mend their broken hearts.
She sits and watches. Helpless.
As the world quakes.
As empires falls.
As lives crumble around her.
Shards barely missing her.
Her skin filled with scrapes and cuts.
She moves but a muscles.
Just sit and wait.
Hold your ground.
Their lives do not destine yours.
Its getting harder to hold on.
Hope has become but a glimmer.
Yet it still burns.
Even with the smallest spark.
And that is all that matters.
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