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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1938068
Half of her was always hidden
Rain fell, like her pain was never going to end;
Making it difficult for her to see through to the other side of the bend.
Even I started to lose hope,
for I knew it was going to be difficult for her to cope.
Her life seemed to be too broken, too caught
ready to be tied up and thrown out with a double-knot.
I tried keeping up with her obstacles,
but it was impossible to mend all her struggles.
Her life, it seemed, was suppressed;
she was too overwhelmed and too depressed.
But to everyone else's brown
eyes, she was euphoric in her evening gown.
She was like the moon,
in an animated cartoon.
Half of her was always hidden,
forsaken and forbidden.

June 11, 2013
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