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Going from hallway to hallway facing each demons' twisted face.
"Why are they laughing"
"Why are they whispering"
"Are they talking about me?"
Questions never spoken aloud.
She had a mouth full of metal
Spent her nights running from horses
and riding her days after dreams
Hidden behind a sea of malicious faces with cruel intent
With deep and profound sorrow
A beautiful soul was being destroyed
