No tears are shed.
Inside she's dying.
She's trying to hide.
Numbness provides the strength she projects.
As she draws her last breath she does not object.
Her pieces fall seperately to the ground.
Laying there shattered on the ground.
She finds the peace to be herself.
She cries so beautifully, the angels sing.
And finally... she is free.
A broken woman, no strength she shows.
She lies in pieces, with such bliss.
Her burden is gone.
And the angels sing.
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