I have never seen a being so pulchritudinous,
A being so perfect.
Eyes as blue as the ocean, yet no flicker of hope—
A gem once rare, now lost in the shadows.
A smile so warm and inviting,
Yet, underneath, a broken soul lies.
Like a daunting melody,
It haunts her very soul,
Pulling her into the depths of the abyss.
Still, she fights, her resilience unwavering,
Hanging by a thread of hope,
Yet the surface seems far.
Like a rose among weeds,
Her beauty—once breathtaking—
Now dead and forgotten,
Forever to be lost in the vast void of time.
As the days pass, time becomes nothing but glances.
She cries out for help, her soul yearning,
But nothing she gets could ease the burning.
The once thick thread of hope diminishes,
Until nothing is left but coal
In this hallowed, broken soul.
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