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Despair
In her despair
she cowers and
covers her face.
No longer can she
battle the demons
that invade her
mind and space.
The drugs she takes
to self medicate.
The many men she
sleeps with, the
loathing and self hate.
Will she take her
life by her own
hand? Or will she
...Wednesday 19th September 2012 4:49 pm
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