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It's too late, she's on the floor But she doesn't want to be Cries for help, Going unheard, It was this or worse, she tells herself She had no choice, it was this or death Help, please please just help Pick me up A person stands and stares for a moment Looking through the crying girl on the floor Then continues on his way Stepping over her. I'm not a ghost Save me The cars continue past, not even slowing No one looking in her direction Kindness in the form of a stranger She doesn't step over her, or around She kneels beside her in the dirt Helping her move off that broken limb Helping her move off the railway tracks The girl's personal angel Her saviour
Thankyou to my personal angel, Rachel,. Without you I wouldn't be here now.
