She felt like an incomplete painting and her life, an incomplete song,
She dared, touch that hollow space in her heart and felt emptier every time he took her in his arms
She often closed her eyes and thought of that lost love, in the moist darkness of those nights
She pushed herself hard to love someone; she didn’t, and felt guilty every time she failed.
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This is a beautiful poem with insight - many of 'she' persons live like that.