Inconsolable
It's the middle of the night,
sobbing in her sleep
water dripping down on her pillow
little did she know
the dark side of her
resurfacing
wakes up,
burst into tears
her heart never felt this heavy
this infinite void
her hollow way of life
rendering her powerless
the lies are now her truth,
it's wintertime
in a dark forest
leaves falling from the trees
icy breeze, steady rainfall
longer nights with frost everywhere
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