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She wept, into the silence of her pillow
No arms to comfort, no one to ease the pain
She was alone, left there to battle
Demons who constantly won, the evils
Who never gave her a chance, and still
She tries, tries harder than before, only
Left with nothing but the pool, collected
From her eyes, reddened, swollen, bruised
Unattractively noticeable, she remains
Locked in her room, the only safe haven
Away from the wars, the constant agony,
Her four walls, a sanctuary for her battered heart
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 