She passed through this dreary, obscure phase in her life.
Sorrowfully shes been through enough solitary strife.
She counts each day lucky to have passed by and still shes alive.
Her memories haunt her to the point of saying goodbye.
Fear was her number one obstacle from getting her to advance ahead.
Sometimes she just wishes she was dead.
Mishaps after mishaps clouded her vision to move on.
At some point in her life she needed to be strong.
Covered up in pity, she clenched her fists in rage.
Years after years of wreckage, maliciously she had aged.
Fear had sunken every part of her being.
feeling spiteful, feeling mean.
enraged in this whole idea of falling apart.
She needed the strength to fix her broken heart.
Standing tall, she pursued her struggles of facing her fears.
She determined the outcome, and wiped away her fallen tears.
Nobody let her take the fall, alone.
Buried inside his broken promises, she dug out his perfect clone.
Fear, that now she may be in this one all alone.
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