Lost
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The day she passed away
she had lost her mind.
Her brokenness, her beauty
was what she had defined.
Her soul was much to damaged
to go on and survive.
shes broken, and shes beaten
but very much alive.
She wears her wings so graciously,
unaccompanied in her own fears.
She laughs irrationally, in her own
demented tears.
nobody understood her, til her passing day.
her devotion to her loved ones pity,
never was okay.
Shes a passing angel, lost in her
morbid way.
