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Feb 2016
Memories of battles lost
etched upon her skin.
Solitary battles that she knew
she could never win.
Each aperture a story
of perpetual anguish suppressed.
Agony residing in the void
in the left side of her chest.
Written by
wildewolves  23/Neither/around
(23/Neither/around)   
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