Redux
she was damaged by circumstance
against her will
the patterns of dysfunction became habits for life
she claimed her internal baggage to carry onward
life was always challenging
the rewards were seemingly unattainable
happiness was strived for but just out of reach
a bitter, lonely end was her destiny
and inevitably
she ceased to exist
Originally posted October 18,2018, on I Write Her; posted here with revisions.
I Write Her 
A sad one S
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Si.
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It’s a hard subject, but needs to be aired. Thanks for stopping by, VJ.
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You are welcome, Susi
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This is so touching and poignant Susi.
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<3 Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome ☺️
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So sad x
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I appreciate you reading though, Diana.
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❤️
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Far too sad, Susi… no one should have a life like that…
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I agree. Although life can be harsh, it’s sad that we can’t reach all those people feeling so desolate before they take matters into their own hands.
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