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vine line

She bows her head and starts to weep
For pain and fear and loss.
For the life that seemed to pass her by
While she lay there in her sleep.

She lifts her head and sees her face,
Tear tracks down her cheeks.
She doesn't recognize herself,
Or know where is this place.

She wonders, "How did I get here?"
As she gazes in the mirror.
She thinks, "What has become of me?"
Questions she can only hear.

She sighs, not knowing what to do,
Another day to face.
Another day with her regrets.
She knows not what to do.

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