Poem || Solution

She weeped of pain 
filled with confusion 
What did she gain 
How is that a solution 

Red eyes 
Stared at the intrusion 
She hoped she would end 
The dabbing in her protrusion 

She wanted to explain 
Her misery, of a situation 
She entertained 
the thought of rehabilitation 

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