mindlessly wandering from room to room,
not a clue as to when,
or where.
staring at the ceiling when darkness comes,
sleep has not been anticipated,
for a long time.
life has no point,
no meaning anymore,
she doesnt believe it ever did.
why should she stay.
when nothing good could come,
nothing she could savor or hold.
all the feeling has long been drained,
her pale face has long been a mystery,
she doesnt believe anymore.
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