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MAYHEM
She had sunk so low Diving, agitated, Messed up her whole mind Losing drops of beauty Discovering her wild. She was cut too deep Amidst a world of ice Breathing inner sobs In whose clasped arms Embraces were too cold. She looked back in vain No one present It mingled in her heart No one standing there To help her in the fight. Her countenance All injured It covered her eyes lost Reflecting in the mirror The ones she had loved most.
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