Qoutes, Poems, and Poetry

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Inside the empty house she lived
Secluded of many trees
A place where she stuck too long
A place where she belong

Where light could never peek
Where darkness wants her dead
Loneliness is her daily bread 
Emptiness is her basic needs

A place once she calls her home
Now replace with an empty soul
Feels like she's gone insane
Locked up with silent chain

Endless pain that tortures her
Screams the only things been heard
Better to quit this fight
Than to live this helpless nights