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Kristina's World

The skies a dull blue
A, tiny, tint of grey
Storm clouds move in
The grass is whitling away
  With my little hands
  I reach for my mother
  Pain that I feel
  The thought of being alone
  For my last fading hours
Mother, she left me
Left me to die,
Along with the grass
Why did she leave me
  Was I that big of a burden
  Did my sickness overwhelm, mom
  Thinking this was the only way
  Why did she leave
I will fade away
No one will ever know
I once,

Existed

what emotions was she feelings at the moment

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