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Broken Reality

Her lips were pinched,

Her eyes were deep.

She cries for hours,

Before she sleeps.

 

Her nostrils are flared,

Her tears are falling.

The way they treat her,

Is more than appalling.

 

She's broken inside,

And she's lost all hope.

This horrible life,

Is getting harder to cope.

 

Her tears have stopped running,

She no longer feels dread.

This is because,

She's finally dead.

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