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// Poem 7 
// Story: Wallflower’s Poems 
// by Silver Shadows 
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Time: Night
Place: Homeless shelter (on her bunk bed)



Sunset Shimmer is here but she doesn’t know me,
Which isn’t exactly a surprise in the way I see,
I would be astonished if she knew,
Since it would make her much, much more powerful than I could’ve though of,
But it seems like the stone is above,

I should end it now before I get caught,
I’m not foolish enough to think that they’ll always be in the dark,
Hopefully the stone will never rot,
Or everyone will be angry and won’t ever talk,

I don’t have my knife nor the pills,
After the search they did on me when I first entered the Hills,
I want to make a cut to see if I was still here,
And the pain, I will bear,

I bite myself in the arm harshly,
And I see my bright blood start to drip slowly,
Maybe I’m still here,
But the point of using the stone is so I would leave,

But not today,
Today, I want one last meal
And since they’re always in the room, 
I can’t exactly do it without getting caught

I’ll think of a way