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She lost it all
And can’t bring it back.
Worthiness of soul,
She now does lack.
If she can’t be happy,
What’s the use?

She can help another
From the abuse.

Emptiness fills the
Heart she’s cursed.
The pain is there
And can’t be reimbursed.
The walls went up
Loss by loss.
Forming a shield
With reflective gloss.
September 2002