Life, a battleground, she cried out loud,
In her sea of sorrow, deep and profound.
Scars etched in her soul, deeper than the sea,
Every negative word a crashing wave, relentless and free.
Whispers of the waves, a mournful sound,
Her lips, ocean blue, no solace found.
Words danced upon the tumultuous swell,
A wrecking ball of pain, each strike a hell.
Her body screamed, thunderous clash in the night,
Regret's melody, haunting, taking flight.
Reaching to the heavens, hand stretched wide,
Pleading with the gods, from darkness to stride.
Demons lurked, shadows weaving their spell,
Darkness descending, her spirit to quell.
Soul possessed, will shattered like glass,
Yet she fought on, each breath a gasp.
But darkness crept closer, reality stark and cold,
Her fragile mind shaken, her spirit untold.
Amid the vile words, her path seemed narrow,
Yet in the distance, a flicker, a spark to borrow.
Within the shadows, a glimmer of light,
Hope ignited within, fierce and bright.
Darkness turned to dawn, her soul revived,
In that raw moment, she truly felt alive.
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