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#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight,
so she picked herself up,
she was done waiting on a man to save her.
© mj_poetry
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight,
so she picked herself up,
she was done waiting on a man to save her.
© mj_poetry
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