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May 2014
Broken.
She’s broken.
Her life no longer a token.
In her head,
She’s dead.
A subject for experimentation.
So she hides away,
Too scared to stay.
She begins to fray and fade away.
Dying.
She isn’t crying as she falls to the ground,
Barely making a sound,
Her death has been found.
Shelby DiPatrizio
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Shelby DiPatrizio
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