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Apr 2016
A poor girl lies on the cold damp floor.
Broken, beaten, battered, and bruised, she lets a shiver reach her frail body.
‘Cold is an understatement.’ she thinks in her mind because she has no voice.
Dead and only physically alive, her mind used to thrive.
Energy was a thing of the past and now her limbs are weak with aversion.
Natalie Marie Walter
Written by
Natalie Marie Walter  Burlington, IA
(Burlington, IA)   
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   Vanessa Gatley
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