The wind howling
Turning her tears to ice
Frozen to her cheeks
Memories burned into her mind
The haze of madness surrounds her
Confusion smothering her common sense
Falling farther away
All the hope yanked from her grasp
But holding on still in spite
All the torture tearing her to shreds
Only wanting what she thinks
she isn't qualified to receive
someone to see her/hear her
and to love her
 
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