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The long anxious nights that seem to drag on and on,
like on an antique chess board, she is just a pawn,
the darkness engulfs any breath of hope,
the depression strangles her neck like some ropes,
the weight of guilt captivates her wrists like chains,
the sinister pollutes the blood in her veins,
the screaming and thunder is all she can hear,
the feeling of love has been replaced by that of fear,
the oxygen around her is like poison to her lungs,
the words she speaks, sit like burning coals on her tongue,
the moments that pass haul her closer to her grave,
the demon in her mind, holds her captive like a slave,
the tear that trickles feels like acid on her skin,
the person she now is, is not her, but a twin,
the trembling of her lips as the storm finally flashes,
the storm within, that burns her to ashes.