She is in a
dark place.... unreal,
where time is spent
in altered mood.
Lost in a past
of ridiculous fantasies,
of days not spent
in desirous ways,
and where they went
when time was young
and she knew the earth
and it's sound of truth.
Ruthless bitch Fate
discharged her will
and she is following
her orders still.
Waf
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