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May 2013
Her eyes were dark,
the life ****** right out of them.

lips chapped, dehydration.

cheeks sunken in, deprivation.

the pale face staring back at the person she
had let her broken heart turn her into.

the broken heart that was transforming, mutating, and  morphing
her once beautiful blissful life into her own personal hell.
Emily Jane
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