Vent.

by cassie   Jun 8, 2007


The words play over in her head,
of the nasty things that they had said.
The nights she stayed up wide awake,
the tears streaming down her fragile face,
the constant guilt and hunger aches.
Whatever happened to her happy life?
now she lives in a shattered state,
with only torment and lasting hate.

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