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Untitled by Neichary Soto Acevedo

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She just wanted fresh air

In a night full of despair,

She just wanted to be free

Like the darkness of the sea,

 

The more numbness she felt

The more of herself she forgot,

And the quietness of her pain

Was draining her away,

 

As her soul screamed for help

Her body voiced a yelp,

But the whispering of her name

silenced her away.

 

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