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Numb
Once a darkness wrapped her soul,
A willow weeping, a devoid whole.
Stole her hope, her pride, her lust.
Pain twisted taking trust.
She wandered vulnerable but free,
Deathly pale but not drug free.
Chemically calmed, sedated, numb.
The only way to cope for some.
Twisted visions of the truth,
Forever lost beauty and youth.
Broken wings no longer fly.
Long ago she prayed to die....
Thursday 11th May 2017 7:14 pm
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