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She was lost

the day someone told her to go

and never come back.

Shadows of grey

painted and marbled of sorrow

the face of a teenager of sixteen.

Her eyes reddened drenched by tears

obscured by a muddy tainted hood.

Concealing the purple stains of grief,

carved on her skinny face,

personifying a perturbed soul demanding care

a human being lost

dragged into the darkest side of the abyss.

Screaming inside

blaming herself,

expecting while suffering.

Walking on the corridor of time

wandering thoughtful, justifying the unjustifiable.

She wore an invisible cloak as a talisman, as a shield.

A magic hood with a white rose sprinkled with blood imprinted

to conceal to protect her from the merciless claws of

fate.