Untitled Poem by Shay Mitchell

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cleansing her 'soul'
was something she could no longer fear.
it became a want,
something like a wish.
the flow of her love,
the stain of the memories.
a weakness from the pain,
without all the shame.
the night she became forgotten,
was the night unforgotten.

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