Counted Out


			She left this world,
			But not before it crushed her will.
			She left by choice.
			She had some love,
			But it was out-weighed nearly infinitely
			By the synonymically evil society 
			Seen through her eyes.
			She could handle no longer the stresses,
			And so snapped where she was susceptable.
			She was knocked down once more,
			But this time,
			Had no desire to be up before the count ended.


© R. A. W. S. Clarke


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