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She was hurt,
though the wounds never showed.
She was hurt by someone she knew,
someone she trusted.
She cried and cried,
but never told.
No one wold have believed her.
She vowed to herself,
she would never trust again.
She would not allow it,
such pain in her life.
She pushed everyone one away.
Kept them at a safe distance.
Put up walls,
wore masks,
became an empty shell.
And she was happy,
or so she thought.
No one could hurt her,
if they couldnt reach her,
if they couldnt find the real her.
She was cold,
bitter to the world.
She appeared to be warm,
but really she was frozen.
There was nothing to be done about it.
No way to get back,
back to the way she was, before.
The happy person that she was at one time.
She wanted to go back,
but was too afraid.
So there she remained,
stuck between what she was,
and what she wanted to be.
Until one day,
a stranger came along.
Wanting to be friendly,
but she reguarded him coldly.
Wanting nothing to with him.
But the stranger persisted.
He waited patiently.
Try after try he failed.
Yet still he tried.
This intrigued the girl.
Why did he try so hard?
Eventually, little by little,
she began to talk to the stranger.
Curious as to why he wanted to know her.
Suspicious at his claims to want to be a friend.
Each day they talked,
though it was very little.
Over time, though she did not want to,
she began to trust the man.
He never asked about her past,
or why she was so bitter.
He was honest in his claims,
she came to find out.
They talked more and more each day,
And she began to genuinly smile when he was near.
She came to care for him.
Though she tried not to show it,
it became obvious.
She was afraid,
would her new friend leave her?
So many others had,
why not he.
But no,
he did not leave.
He simply returned her soft smiles,
with one of his own.
She began to realize that he cared for her.
At least,
that was what she hoped for.
She eventually found the courage to ask him.
As she prepared herself for the worst,
he just smiled his sweet smile.
That was all she needed.
Her life had begun again.
She was given a chance to start over,
to trust again.
She nearly cried in that moment,
for she had been given something.
Something she thought she would never have.
A chance at love.
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Title:
A Second Chance
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Artist:
Lady Lana Demoniess
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Description:
My life
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Date:
04/17/2009
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Tags:
second
chance
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