RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Traipsing through a sorrowful pool of tears,
hurting intensely without eliciting a sound.
Tattered and torn, expired from within, with
no expectations in life, nothing left to
anticipate or look forward to.
Requisites being left behind, scattered to
the wind with lifeless content to hold on to.
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