Life Detangled

Tattered and Worn

A very short poem i wrote.

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I once knew a girl.

A beauty she was.

But her past said differently.

She had the scars.. Just because.

Because she was beat,

Was tired and broken.

She took all the heat.

But her pain was never spoken.

Hidden in a world

Where she was enslaved.

She wanted to escape.

To where she could be saved.