She wishes upon a shooting star
She sends a prayer from up above
For tools to mend her broken heart
For ointment to Baptist her lost his soul
She loses consciousness
She loses bodily sensation
They place the Anaesthesia mask
They administer Anesthesia
Blackness
She wakes up with Amnesia
She stares into a bottle of multicoloured Analgesics
She notices her naked reflection in the mirror
Her body decorated with
His finger prints
His foot prints
Leaving unhealed scars & bruises
She scrubs her body viciously with antiseptic
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