Crossbow of the last ones

What happened to her?
She used to be fearless and independent
What she wanted, was hers by chance, everytime.
She used to be a hopeful dreamer
Her intuition guiding her with never before seen confidence
She used to be determined
She could have moved mountains and changed the world
But something hit her
Come closer and see
Something hit her
It was the crossbow of the last ones
Dipped in doubt.



Poetry by zana
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Written on 2018-06-24 at 17:58

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