Nightbreak She bears the scars, a thousand loveless nights. Deaf and dumb the pain, the color of despair. Lidded eyes reflecting, bitter taste of hope. Face in every corner, each story endlessly re-told. Wide awake she dreams, nightmares have no grip. in a bottle she sleeps, hearing only screams.

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