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Sep 2020
Her heart broke into
a million pieces
that day.

She was tortured,
twisted,
and drowning in
the depths
of her own madness.

Somehow,
she always seemed to remember
the one thing
that kept her going.

But in that moment,
it was too late.

Her mind was a walking time bomb.
Natasha Pietrobuono
Written by
Natasha Pietrobuono  25/F/Australia
(25/F/Australia)   
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