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Stained with tears, scarred with pain.
Why would God play such a horrible game,
With an innocent girl, Bones to brittle,
To withstand a weight that wasn’t too little?

He knew one day, the girl would snap.
Soon she would slip into the devil’s trap.
She was lost and alone, faking a smile,
Running away for miles and miles.

She turned up her music, drowning out her screams.
But only one heard her, and it was me.
I opened her door, she let me inside.
And soon enough she was completely fine.

I saved her from the devil’s grip.
In return she gave me a little tip;
“Never forget who you really are,
Cause to me you are my shooting star.”

I love this girl, and she loves me.
We live in a small house under a pretty Oak Tree.
Together we learned, we had one last chapter,
And it was the one with a happily ever after.

Older and older we grew each day.
Until it came to early May.
We sat down in our old wooden chairs,
Suddenly hearing a voice out of nowhere.

“You‘ve been on this Earth for ninety years or so,
You‘re both old and tired, are you ready to go?”
We held each other’s hand, nodding with trust in our eyes.
We felt our bodies go limp, and we started to fly.

Together we flew with the mysterious voice,
To a place of beauty, freedom, and rejoice.
We are younger now, playing in heaven.
Looking down on our living children.