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She sang for voodoo.

said I was too weak to understand her.

her breaking point came too soon.

dreams of a place.

A beautiful place.

Gray skies and ugly feelings

of hurt and pain.

beautiful, she said.

PERFECT.

just like her.

bruised body and broken mind.

cuts healing, NEVER.

maybe she was paranoid.

maybe she was right.

i'm never meant to be like her.

dreams of her place.

her beautiful place.

one swift motion of the hand,

sent her there.

goodbye, lovely.