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Close Up of a Stranger getting Stranger

She has fallen into disrepair,
a dark energy pervaded
by a hopelessness that
is shredding her
inside and out.
Threats of suicide are tiresome;
I have long since ceased to
care if she lives or dies.
I am no doctor, no astral physician
who can mend her auras,
change the horror of her past lives
or even slap her back into
the reality of now.
I try to care, I used to care -
now I only wish she would buy
a ticket to the worm-hole she dreams of
and be gone.

3 May 13

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wow, this is really good. i like every line.
worm hole.. great ending.
 — mandolyn