Grasping at what she knows best,
A lot of hell over fire, I confess.
Broken as she seems to appear.
Lost in this forsaken hell, she fears
Mind over matter, is what she had learned.
Fire over paper, she got burned.
She wrote it all down in blood from her paper cut.
Her mouth closed in a temporary shut.
Now never take in what must come out.
Didn't you write the story of what lifes about.
I saw you smile back at her, is there something that caught your eye..
Remember her smiles are full of lies.
Now before you let her take you in,
Imagine life before it begins.
She will love you or hurt you,
But whatever you decide, make sure, the love is true.
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