that black
cold tingle down my spine,
to find
her
curled and rocking
in a dark
room.
hair mashed,
eyes
blackened like
ash.
lips quivering.
the beg of no life,
whispered
over and over.
what is there to say?
how many times
can you rescue
someone,
who doesn't want
to be rescued
anymore.
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