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Lost

She is lost.
Having a worst melancholy ever
The melody of her life has already torn
and she couldn’t sing it anymore.
The pain is noticeable,
but only me can see it.
 
Pathetic longing and memories
Are Hunting her, day and night.
She is running
But she’s moving nowhere..
 
Her handwriting is different
Expressing her whole ruined life..
 
She couldn’t speak to anyone
Cause she was expelled from the truth.
 
Heart crumbled,
Brain crumpled,
She is drowning in her life’s plot
Of endless sacrifice.

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