Sally's poem

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Sally held it tightly,

Tightly to her chest.

She held the beginng,

The beginning of the end.

Her heavy steps silenced,

As she stood in her place.

Ceasing her running,

And staring at his face.

Instinctivly she pivoted,

Running away this time.

From her meanacing past,

Screaming a desperate cry:

Save me from my past, save me from myself! Go away you stupid boy!

No, now he was a man,

He was now older, wiser.

Not easy to fool in old age,

Now he wouldn't tire.

I hate you!

He spat as she ran away.

Holding a torn letter,

Which on it say:

I never loved you. You are NOTHING!!!

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