she mourns like a child
quiet, shivering hands
secluding her from the world that has put her here
voice a quiet breeze
drowning in the dark pool of despair.
silent shivers and anxiety ripples off her skin
depression tangible to foreign hands
invisible to her own
quiet, shivering hands
secluding her from the world that has put her here
voice a quiet breeze
drowning in the dark pool of despair.
silent shivers and anxiety ripples off her skin
depression tangible to foreign hands
invisible to her own
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