Dewdrops on barbwire give away the morning to come which will burn the nightly madness Splintered glass on the ground is testimony to forgotten memories of which bloodshot eyes scream Lonely cries die in pillows wet from tears
Reason for writing:
I saw a documentary on a phychiatric ward for runaway teenage girls....
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