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She holds out her handWaiting patiently for someone,
Anyone.
To help her along the road called life.
Many have come
And led her awhile,
Then turned and tripped her
Leaving her face down
Alone
While the world crushes down on her.
Making her feel hopeless,
Pathetic,
Worthless.
But eventually she gets back up,
Starts walking on her own for a while,
Until she hears someone
Calling,
Out to her.
Then she turns and holds out her hand
Hoping this new person proves to be different
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