The world is quiet here.
Snow falls noiselessly.
People lounge in their homes.
Streets are silent.
The world is quiet here.
One person walks through the snow.
Shoulders hunched against the wind.
She struggles against the brightness.
The world is quiet here.
She feels that life is nothing.
Her ideas are not what they should be.
Unique, impartial, and creative.
The world is quiet here.
Silent as the snow, she is watched.
By those who deem her unworthy.
Silently, the follow.
The world is quiet here.
They chose the moment to strike.
Crimson blood clashes with the snow.
but her thoughts remain intact.
The world is quiet here.
A .45 comes out to finish the job.
A single blast, and she is none.
Now she takes her ideas to the grave.
The world is quiet here.
Her ideas are gone.
No one tries to save her.
She was too different.
The world is quiet here.
Different was bad.
Different was hurtful.
Different got you killed.
Because the world is quiet here.
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