March 25, 2018
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From the depths of her soul, she seeks,
Evil and darkness that peaks.
Tragedy will never change,
Her life will shift in range.

The ghosts of the past circle and shriek,
A reminder of a future bleak.
It is the memories that she held dear,
In which now strike fear.

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