I am her sunglasses--
Worn only at night,
To hide her broken eyes
From the world.
I am her many scars,
Grafiti on the walls of her skin,
Screaming the story no one wants to hear
I am her black clothes,
The only color dark enough
To match her heart
I am her purity,
Forever lost, forever longed for,
Forever mourned
I am her
Wondering what she did to deserve this---
Twice.
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