The thousands of tears that were shed.
The hundreds of lies that were said.
The reason she left is unknown.
The smiles on there faces as they didn't know.
Crys of the ones thats truely loved her.
For what she was and not what she seemes to be.
No one knew what she was planning to do.
No one knew how she felt.
The loss was unbarable for most,and left them all confused.
How could she?Leave me here with no one to talk to,no were to turn.
She left me here to never know.
*Kat.*
From Childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-I have not seen.
As others saw-I could not bring
My passions from a common spring-
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow-I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone-
And all I lov'd-I lov'd alone
Then-In my childhood-in the dawn
Of a most stormy life-was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still-
From the torrent,or the fountain-
From the red cliff of the mountain-
From the sun that round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold-
From the lightning of the sky
As it pass'd me flying by-
From the thunder, and the storm-
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of heavens was blue)
Of a Demon In My View-
-Edgar Allan Poe.
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