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In an attic room

 

Too often she carries her weight in despair

Dark thoughts have free rein in her life, she complies 

Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears, 

 

Unable to craft a new story of care,

She dances to the beat of negative vibes

Too often she carries her weight in despair

 

She has no imagination, pizzazz or flair

No way of knowing how to turn tail on the tide

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A waste

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