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Her pain ruptures
my coherent thoughts,
making me reach
out to her to wipe
away those tears
streaking her beautifully
soft skin hidden
behind her depression
from that one fateful
accident, which she
blames herself for
without listening to
rational reasoning when
her heart explodes
with tears destroying
what was once
a happy woman.
Her pain ruptures
my coherent thoughts,
making me reach
out to her to wipe
away those tears
streaking her beautifully
soft skin hidden
behind her depression
displayed by marks
in and outside of her,
showing her raw
emotion penetrated by
constant taunting memories
as they ruin
everything in her life.
Her pain ruptures
my coherent thoughts,
making me reach
out to her to wipe
away those tears
streaking her beautifully
soft skin hidden
behind her depression
in a puddle of tears
upon my floor
of helplessness when
she doesn't want to
allow me to
be a friend in
easing her pain
by putting up a
flood gate to her tears.