Her choices when expressed were upended by his catatonic fury
and every time she smiled her dignity was trawled for finding signs of revelers
she was put in an internment of nothingness and a psychedelic loop was played to confine her surviving spirits
She was fragile her shimmy legs were trying hard to hold her depleting frame
Despite all the purgatory she went through, she still radiated hope through her eyes
and though they appeared vulnerable there was a faint hope floating silently humming the song of freedom
and that faith made her face lit despite all the atrocities of life
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Hope and freedom can change a lot in a person. Beautifully written
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Thanks so much my dear friend
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