She is walking, alone the beautiful woman, the forsaken warrior, the lone wolf, the unloved one. She will encounter a proper lover so she hopes. many of times she has died, to be reincarnated later on in life she has been bent and broken. she is unsure, she is seemingly fearless, fighting with every breath not to have to put him down.
She becomes confused, lost she is unsure of her self, at the cross roads, between life and death, the loss and sadness plague her everyday existance, she utters soft words and hopes for him, for some one to save her.
Will she find her salvation, will her saviour come through, as the days pass once again she nears the end of the world, deciding she must bear the weight of the world on her shoulders, heal the broken, cure the emotionless, aid the ill.
When she steps out of the dreamy state of her life, she realizes perhaps in death, in death it is better, she does not dare weep over a man, for she will not be weak, she let the men break her and it shall happen no more.
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