Apathetic, an automaton
bereft of compassion;
scar tissue shrouds
her fragile heart.
Simply surviving, drifting
from one day to the next,
everything automatic,
a forced smile behind
dull cold eyes. The inner
core of her humanity
stripped bare long ago,
stolen little bits at a time,
until all that remains
is a clockwork version
of her former self.
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