forever they are kept
She endured many trials and tragedies. Her loves in her life have come and gone with every whisper of a breath. Scratches and bruises have encased her arms in the past. Repeatedly being broken and restored over the years by the one's who claim to love her. Trust is a silly word. There is no trust other than in oneself.
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Metal sculpture works of art
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I enjoy drinking tea and listening to Incubus while lying in a quiet room.
She lies on the floor looking for hope and feeling yet she remains numb
