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Not always physically

But mentally alone

With hands that shake so violently

And bloods that runs so cold

 

Sitting in her mind

There is a a little chair

Where she sits and rocks back and forth

And she only stares

 

Sitting in her heart

Is blackness rage and sorrow

But it's okay for her now

Because she will not see tomorrow

 

I hope its good ;3

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