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Wallowing in self pity,
Contemplating her demise,
She's lost within herself once more;
Her shell's a mere disguise.
No one knows what she sees;
Her voice whispers into the wind.
Would she find what she had sought
Or is her search a sin?
She did the best she could
Despite what others said;
Her soul had paid the price for that
So is she good as dead?
Twisted dreams and bitter words
Taunt that bit of peace;
She had made this living hell,
She, alone, could make it cease
Something burning deep inside
Strives her to sustain
That life which withers from within
So that she can feel pain.
Though pain she has, yet cannot feel
Takes her body away,
Her name shall forever live on,
A memory of today