Empty, except for…

a poem

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She could tell the road had ended
there were no maps
All she had left were scraps.
past wrongs had blended into one

She admits she should have had more wits
So much she wanted to have done
turns out she was unfit
Now she’s left feeling numb

At least, she’s aware of her handicaps
The her who fell under pressure
She befriended
To her wounds she tended

There is no reason to be offended
The girl is no longer a hypocrite
She takes her travel kit, adjusts her straps
And goes towards unknown tracks