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Monday, June 7, 2010

Broken

She sits on the floor, her back against the wall, Rocking softly to nothing at all. Empty eyes seem to reflect an empty mind, Lips that know nothing but a flat line. Her face is blank, a victim of apathy But her mind is full, trapped in her body. Emotions run just beneath her skin And sometimes she... Sign in to see full entry.

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