Yeah, you feel it,
the piercing of Her screams,
yes, its true,
She kills herself in her dreams,
soon to find out,
the next day,
alive,
by all means,
Unfortunately;
no crimson,
no bruises,
no PAIn at all,
just memories,
is all She sees,
So She does it again.
By her spirit trying to stay,
But She wouldnt have it,
any other way.
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