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Apr 2016
she
Her heart was empty
her mind was on overload
behind her she dragged darkness
the kind that draws tears
she knew everyone
but not a soul knew her
she was
but she wasn't
she could
but she couldn't
she was but a mere ploy in his illusion
yet he was her world
she was the purest form of sadness.
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