The soles of her feet, ashen gray.
The curls on her hair, fried.
The curves have turned into humps
The eyes have finished their tales.
The legs shine no more.
Her personality now weak and atrophied as her psyche.
She believes society's forgotten about her.
Still fighting for her place in the world.
The new generation is creeping.
Pissed.
At her, at her intolerance.
"May she die in peace" they say in different languages.
Her last request is that her Glenn Beck autobiography be buried with her.
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