her eyes were dulled
by the pain of
perpetual exhaustion,
but were laced with
wisdom, and amusement
at the poor girl
who much resembled herself
before the innocence
had escaped
her tormented soul.
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Poetryit's hard to explain the incomprehensible and overwhelming emotion, and lack of emotion, that I've been bearing for so long on my own. you can't fathom the inability to move, speak, eat, think, or even see clearly in this time of irregularity. all I...
