Who is this girl?

Who is this girl, 
once so full of life? 
Torn lover?
Once loved friend?
Drug addled junkie?
Cherished daughter?

What did she do
that caused this?
Was her life worth so little?

Perhaps a sigh of a breeze will find her sleeping
and the chill of night will wake her.
Then from a chrysalis she will emerge to live again.

A little impromptu poem from O.N. Stefan.

Let me know your thoughts on this piece.

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