Knives stabbed through her empty disguise,
Darkness, emptiness, a dark void.
But what if all she needed was to open her shut eyes?
Was she broken; all too destroyed,
To repair her crushed, shattered heart?
Or was there still a part of her she wasn’t taught to avoid?
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