Poem 1

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Mind controlled but,

Too hard to,

Thoughts too strong,

Need to be hidden,

Like the stinging,

Cuts on her wrist,

She wonders,

Will she ever, Be safe again,

From the darkness,

In her mind,

Or will she be a slave,

To the darkness.

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