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Scent Of Sadness
She lies in a tangle of blankets, breathing in the scent of sadness.
The sounds of desperation within the dark leak pain into her soul.
Burdened by the years of standing tall, crushed by the loneliness.
She believed the strength inside would carry her beyond the emptiness.
Yet into the darkness the light of her soul creeps, moving endlessly, recklessly.
Predawn light brings her no peace, feeling instead the fear of facing another day.
Sighs and cries and moans of despair leave her lost and broken.
Dreams abandoned, choices made, time past.
She feels the regret, ...