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Aug 2022
Machines beep
Her pulse controlled by a pump
Her body still
On the white sheets

She was beaten
Left alone to die
Now just floating between planes
Her eyes closed
Mind broken

She still hears us
But how can she express
How her heart was shattered
Where there was nothing to begin with?
Writing of the Unknown
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