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Broken


Her head rests in her hands,

Her tears slipping through her fingers.

She's so broken down.

But no one is there to help.

She has hit rock bottom,

And no one tries to pick her up.

The road she's on is broken,

Crumbling beneath her feet.

All around her is darkness.

She can't see a thing.

All she has is herself.

Yet she can't even trust herself.

She doesn't know where to go,

Who to turn to.

Everyone she once loved,

Has betrayed her.

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