With a Constant Draft
She's in quite deep with out a doubt, a very cramped space to pull her out. She slipped into a loneliness well, a cold sad place for one to dwell. There were times when she was reaching out but no one heard her pained shout. She couldn't recall days of glory, stayed focused in her sad life story. It's oh so dark with a constant draft, deep inside her mind's shaft.
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