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Alone in her own world she was dark
Running in the midst of pains and torture in forms of humans she had no where to go.
Her eyes tells a story of death sitting still on her shoulders,
Her lips could tell that it has kissed death itself,
Eyes like that of a seer,
But her dress tells a different story of horrors sitting still in her visions
Going through a face
Her eyes could see horror
Her mouth has kissed the lips of death
Her dress has worn out itself and reeks of misery.
Her scarf was embodied by a thorn in disguise as a Rose
She spent her life trying to help the homeless and orphans.
Her soul would sing forgotten jungle songs.
Her eyes could tell that she was a forgotten treasure. She would go to the darkness to find peace.
She was a mother In a shallow grave of tears
Love became hate, She was slowly forgotten even by the ones she called Blood.
Looking out from a corner, pains was her second home, she couldn't break out.
Watching in from the outside, feeling isolated from everything else, she felt abandoned.
