**the council**
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IP:
One chair in a room darkened, absence of illumination
The place chosen to consume her self made medication
Creating a painful sensation, tho easing her greatest fears
Erasing tears, secrets she told evidently fell on deaf ears……
At the beginning
Sunshine blessed days, she graced lives with a simple smile
Loved by many, irrespective that her moods were so versatile
Hostile one minute and the next she was acting so contented
Reinvented people’s views, so found she was misrepresented
Creating a compartment in her mind, containing her feelings
Invaded by secrets who could she talk to about her dealings?
Turning to her family, but her deepest woes were discarded
Her heart barred, like expensive jewels, securely guarded
Mental breakdown, so unstable came the doctors prediction
Childhood gone, times when candy was her biggest addiction
Now facing troubles alone, a spacious world she’s unknown
Her life once in flight but its clear that this bird has now flown
now........
One bed centered in a room darkened, its there a body lies
A note hidden in the corner illustrating her final goodbyes
Sunlight from the window presents such a peaceful scene
Up in the skies no more deaf ears, finally she’s a queen……..
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