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The Perfect Resting Place

They called her a misfit
She was left out

They called her stupid
She felt exactly that

They called her ugly
She did not look like them

They called her rude
She was a loner

They called her socially awkward
She could never mix about

They called her fast
She was abused

They called her weird
She never doubted

She bore the pain
She accepted the shame
There was nothing positive in her

She believed them
She gave up
She quit
She left
She answered His call

Heaven is perfect
She is home
She is loved
She is appreciated

They are as they are
Unhappy
Cruel
Mean

She prays for them
Hell is not a nice place

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