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The voice inside her head
It mocked her,

It said,

That you'll never be enough
That you're broken
Beyond repair,

And the pieces lost
Will never come back here,

Because every piece of you
Is running away from you
From your despair,

And she cried
Tears running down her cheeks
Hid herself inside the quilts
Buried her face into the pillows,

But she needn't worry because she had already mastered
The art of sobbing without being loud and flustered,

Sobs racked her body as she opened her mouth
Hoping that the anguish will let out,

But no sound came

And she wished
Wished to be anywhere but here
Anyone but her,

Knowing that she'll always be imprisoned
By the thoughts to which she was conditioned,

And just like every other night
She fell asleep
tormented by the insight.

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