The woman that existed before the big blow?
She lives deep inside and yearns to escape
But emotional chains keep changing her shape
How does she achieve the quaint inner peace
When the workings of her head refuse to cease
She lays still in the night, heart racing in pain
While tears flood her eyes, and all hope has refrained
In the quiet of night, so much can be heard
The uncertainties knocking, voicing many harsh words
Yet still no answers from her God or herself
Just endless hours of fearful doubts
Her thoughts and fears remove all air
And breathing new life is harder to bare
Her chest remains tight, longing for release
But instead she is granted another painful piece...
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(more to come...)
Oh, and this is about a friend, not me of course! ;)
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