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                        Amy.                                                Jayce.                                           Casey.

When we grew up

we did not intend to become

the women we have became.

As we have triumphed over misery

we have so escaped death,

yet in return,

have become death in the process.

We have lived as children stolen.

We have loved as youths misspent.

We have lost as ladies talented.

True. . .we have grown up

to be all but old women

in such a shortened time.

Life is beautifully broken.

We are beautifully broken women.