Life’s a Thief

Her heart barren and dry,

Her voice choked as she said her last goodbye.

Solace was as always hard to find.

Her eyes flooded with tears; not the sad kind,

She was not crying from sadness or grief,

She was crying out of frustration at life for it was a thief.

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