Her Life

September 4, 2009
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A piece of hatred all she can touch,
she withdraws her hand
from any lush.
Hair falls in front of her face,
to hide the vision of her last chance.
She attempts to reach out,
and her arms can't quite make it
but her lips reach a pout.
She's tired of what she's living in,
but she'd be lost anywhere else.
A world she knows too well,
one she just can't seem to let go of.

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