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She thought she was in love, once, twice.
She was in for shocks.
She was all that mattered.
She led her friends to see.
She was my friend.
She is not here right n.ow.
She doesn't think she'll be back.
She's trapped inside a tiny cell.
She's institutionalized.
She is my friend.
She writes me every once in awhile.
She uses crayons for that.
She says they won't let her pencilize.
She's right.
She's got the scars to prove it.
She is my friend.
She is safe.
She says no one can touch her now.
She wears a long-sleeved white jacket.
She's an angel dressed in white.
She's chained into her bed.
She is .. .
Josh Newland
