Past residence

I’m starting to forget the girl that lived here,

who held herself together, despite not because.

Shut her eyes, tried to disappear.

Strung herself up on the late night hum,  yet it sang through her bones and her skull.

The girl that lived here,

couldn’t feel anything at all.

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