the fallen one
she,
the fallen one
has lost
and as of this moment
she, withers away
without a sound
she, the fallen one
cant go a night without a pillow
drenched with tears
filled wih screams
she, the fallen one
comes to the point where
just a word
just a thought
just an action
changes her
suddenly
from bubbly and jubulant
to dark and withdrawn
she, the fallen one
has been alone
attacked with millions of thoughts
thoughts that feel like rocks being thrown
at her fragile bones
she, the fallen one
has been killed so many times
she has fought so hard
in a war with bloodier battles than any in history
in cage fights with her inner demons
and she, the fallen one
has given up.
she, the fallen one,
withers away
without a sound
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