but the words failed to appear.
Standing there,
in her own hell,
her own electric chair.
No friends were there.
No one was there.
She raised her eyes to see,
but the images were stained in darkness.
Blinded by the night,
she peered into the abyss,
the unfathomable depth of her lost life.
No lighthouse on the horizon.
No one was there.
She reached out her arms to feel,
but only the empty air hugged her back.
Grasping at strings,
hopes and dreams
that were never really there.
No warm embrace.
No one was there.
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