She is here.
In the dark cold night.
Waiting for someone, that would make her warm.
Waiting for the same boy.
Like many times ago.
She is here.
Screaming inside.
Bleeding inside.
"So cold," she said.
"I got nowhere to run."
She is the forgotten soul.
But still waiting.
Till the boy remember her.
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