She lost her voice
It was her choice
They let her go
And now she's empty
Like the bottle at her feet
their lies
their deceit
A broken promise
The ebb and flow
A dark ocean
High upon the cliff of life
She sways
Drunk with the hopelessness
Lost words
Only the babbling of the voices
The whispers of the damned
is what resonates in her soul
The pitch blackness of her hole...
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I would like to translate this poem