Artwork: Abigail Matteson
She’s floating along
Ev’ry day more numb than last
It wasn’t her fault
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He brought her so low
She could feel it eroding
The love that they had
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What once was so bright
Now is less than an ember
A whisper of death
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But as each day flows
It trickles away from her
The tears of the past
About the Creator
Emma Mark
Home for the thoughts I’m too afraid to voice out loud. Maybe someday I won’t be…
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