After years of wandering through sullen shadows,
And stretched, somber avenues of abandonment,
Of wearing masks, and living empty echoes of life,
She knew little more than to follow the crowd.
She explored unhealthy places that whispered contentment.
She believed in the hollow promises she sought within.
Singed and torn by unfriendly competition,
She longed to believe that there was something
Of value, one thing, anything, worthy inside of her.
She found no identity to call her very own.
By nineteen, she was overcome by this world.
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