Poem #11

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She was plagued with a kind of self loathing no one could bear
She was plagued with a kind of beauty no one could possibly desire
She was plagued with a sudden sadness that lasted her whole tortured, pathetic livelihood
She was plagued, you see,
Plagued with the burden of life and all its downpour

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