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Translucent tears run down her pallid skin;

They scream for mercy, asking to be loved again.

A plague of endless fatigue sweeps over her,

One she fears will never be slept off.

She breathes yet never lives,

Clinging to a desperate hope she fears is not enough.



Nights are filled with depressing monotony,

her body aches for sleep, for comfort, for peace.

She longs to feel warm and alive,

Somehow to find a passionate release.



If she could only hear the echoes down distant halls

Someone else's heart is screaming out,

Needing someone to hold their hand,

Needing to feel the healing of a human touch before they burnout,

Needing to find someone who will understand.

Will her lonliness be her anathema

Or a chance to be the loving hand,

Giving her an opportunity to stand?

Will love cover over her lonliness in sweet amnesia?