She cries herself to sleep every night.
The demons how she fights.
The dark side of her mind works itself to the end.
Then it begins again.
The voices tell her what to do.
The choice of what is true.
countless nights, she lives in fear.
The voices, she does hear.
Everyone wants to see her get ahead.
Somehow, she feels dead.
The lights go dim,
A shadow appears, standing there is him.
Where will she go from here?
living in the nightmare, living in fear.
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