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Shattered glass
Around her
Broken dreams
She had to do it
Too many memories
In her young face
Days gone past,
Nights to forget
The hell and torture
Etched in her mind
A nightingale sings
For her
She reaches, but
It flies away
The knife on her skin
Blood and pain
And peace

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