what has she done? no wait . .
what did she do this time . .
her blood stained yellow dress barely covering her 'never say die' locked up innocence,
"they wont find you here,
not this time,
when i can smell the hurt,
choke on the pieces they left you in,
see your then blood on their lips,
second to tears on your pillow,
my chest,
your every almost happy,"
so he said . .
so
he
said. .
what did she do this time?..
Their tale too cliche to repeat,
Her tale,
a circle of dents with the same hits and bruises,
same cracks,
hope,
lost.
faith,
burnt,
same timings.
just like clock work,
you watch her drown, .
what did you do this time?
her knees grazed gently on the gravel, just as if they were trying to leave her,
leave her for a pound of flesh,
raged,
empty,
straining with her lungs again,.
what did she do this time. .
kill herself?
didnt we try getting through that already???
mmmmppphh.... she could not stomach a world of no world, .
a then of never,
a less pained her,
. .yeah she said it, a less ached her,
a complete she,..
what did she do this time??
her nails chipped off like a plan,
ah ah, . that doesn't sound right,
lets try this again,
her nails chipped off with life,
eyes blankly staring at him,
floor,
walls,
cold. .
what did she do this time???
breathe,
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