Broken
Whispers softly in the wind, stiffling a forlorn cry. Here another soul has come, and now leaves to die.
Broken, shattered, bruised and torn, her mind will never mend. For some sanity she will cry, for help she will send.
She cries in the night, she tries to hold on, but traces prove that her life proves none.
In the darkness, so alone, a broken soul lies waiting. In the echo of the night her heart can be heard breaking.
She tried to hold on, she tried to be unbroken. But with her final air of breath, the last word was spoken.
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