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True Horrors

to mask the face 
face of hurt shame and anger 
in the arms of sorrow embraced 
in the hands of death she lays
no longer alive yet not dead 
she is so ashamed of this 
Facing true horrors she dreads 
looking around searching for her bliss
nothing left but a hollow heart 
leaning down death gave her one last kiss
the scarred soul and body slowly grew apart 

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