she or I

She who's special
came over one night
upset and distraught
I told her to fight
she stopped sobbing
and pleades me to write
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So here's a short story
just something to think about
there once was a girl
who never spoke her feelings aloud
she kept her thoughts and worries
hidden like the sun behind each cloud
shehad certain gifts
knew things others shouldnt
she saw things happen
believed things others couldnt
she often wonders about daily life
how each persons routines
conviently satisfies everyday strives
now Im gettin ahead of myself
but there is only so much
we can hold inside
some of her stories
are surley not a lie
and in this memory the words she
can be replaced with the letter I