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When calling out in despair
her soul can smile no more
and jester in her heart dies
she faces blank mirror.

Cracked face of innocence
laughs gaily back at her.
Reaching to grasp that mirage
she cuts her empty hands.

Living has always hurt,
dying kept scaring her
and facade she showed world
hid what was never there.

Courage is needed to live well
to speak one's mind and show you care.
Only a coward runs away
but she is me and I am afraid.

Into these poems I put my heart,
the only way I can freely speak.
The pain never lessens and I hurt
but I like to feel that I'm shattered.