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The bench.
It's cold.
Her heart.
It's locked.

That night.
It's dark. Dreary. Lonesome.
Her eyes.
They're wet.

Her cheeks.
They burn.
She's only looking for one thing.
A new way.
To turn.

That bathroom.
It reeks.
Those walls.
They're unseeing.

The words.
Unloving.
Her thoughts.
They never leave.

Her numbness.
Only seething.
She's never felt.
What it's really like.

To not be alone.
On that dreary night.

So help her out.
Out of that room.
That dark and cold and
weary room.

Take her hand.
Show her love.
Show her it's from God above.

TWLOHA<3