Pain.

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She is like a fire set ablaze,
Her thoughts are like maze,

Her mind used to be pure,
Now filled with images of torture,

Her hands used to be filled with drawings,
Now filled with cuts, losing its beautiful drawings,

All her pain seems surreal,
Cause they're in her, concealed.

7/11/2015
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