March 3, 2011
Her impure heart
Has changed.
Where it was once beating with love,
It beats no longer.
Her long golden locks,
Now turned gray.
Her soft, deep brown eyes,
Now a dead, ice blue.
Her once radiant skin,
Changed to a sickly pale.
I attempt to stop her,
But determination dominates.
The addiction's too strong,
For her soul-eating drugs.

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