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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What was left within her? There was nothing ever spoke. Did she mean anything to anyone or was her life just a joke? She wasn't laughing, she was crying tears too big to shed The wounds continued bleeding and infection seemed to spread. She knew that she wouldn't make it, she knew that she would die For years she'd been in this place there was no one to reply. Words are like arrows and sometimes pierce us to the core They're thrown around haphazardly and then they throw some more. To this prisoner of silence, alone in her cell, A word of life could do so much, it could change her world. She cried out daily for a rescue to take place She longed for her time to be up and maybe she could taste A part of life she'd never known to be available to see Something different from the ugly darkness, where is her beauty? A guard came to the cell with a visitor in tow Said his name was Truth and he had a richened glow that lifted some of the darkness that had cuffed her in so tight. It was then that she began to see things in a different light. He told her she he could free her and her eyes changed with a small hope She was very scared and put her chained hands out slightly to grope To find his hand not knowing what to expect He gave her something glassy that seemed to reflect. She saw it was a mirror and held it up to her eyes. They were full of pain and sorrow, there was no way to disguise The anguish and abuse that covered her in a shallow grave She had become more than a victim, she'd become a slave.
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