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poor thing

August 27, 2008
By Anonymous

Closed eyes…
Burned shut
Seeping tears
Haunting shadows etched into her reddened cheeks
The nameless face that tortures her sleep
The voiceless scream
No one heard, that pounded into her mind
She awakens from that day
Shaking and trembling with the hangover of trauma
You say how sad
You say poor thing
But she can’t hear the words
From a faceless crowd
All she knows is all she has
Closing her eyes
The forged memory
Burning inside her mind
You say how sad
You say poor thing


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