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Apr 2014
Her eyes were sullen, hollow, desolate.
Her skin worn thin.
Her bones, they trembled
With every step she took.
Her stomach was empty
Her hands frail as sin.
Still she tried
even though
she'd never be better again.
Sierra Carleton
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