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The Empty Child

She sighed,
And she let go of her worries and her strife.
She sighed,
And she let go of her loss and her anguish.
She sighed,
And she let go of love and happiness.
She sighed,
And she let go of her emotions.

For what is heartbreak, and anguish,
and love, and pain, and envy,
without emotions manipulating her thoughts.

She sighed,
For the last time,
and let go of her life.

Untitled.

And he looked at me with pity. Melancholy I saw through his long, thick lashes. In a sombre voice, he whispered.

"You're not her."