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Aug 2014
Alone she was left to wander,
To consider the paths she could take,
But there was nothing,
An empty void that once took the form of her hope,
Shattered,
Broken,
Helpless,
Who would hear her cry?
Who would save her from the darkness?
no one they answered,
And the darkness closed in.
Jo
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