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there is a girl
standing in her room
staring at her window

its all the way open
the cold October air
stinging her cheeks

her beautiful brown hair
dances in the breeze
there she stands

contemplating this life
that she calls her own
and whether its worth it

-do no touch her
-get the hell out of this room

a mother grabs the girl’s wrist
a sister fights for the girl
they struggle in the middle of the room

-you are going to the hospital
-no, mom, stop, get off
-help

a mother storms out
down the hall
turns to the right

to speed down the stairs

-you are a bitch, i hope you die

doors slam
the sister cries and
falls to the bed
the girl stands
with tears sliding down
her porcelain cheeks

staring at the window
wondering

-is this worth it