She lives to tell.the story, in her own self pitying way.
Not much to keep in mind, a way to be okay.
She counts on her nightmares to keep from going insane.
She Carries the doubt and the pain.
Stuck behind what could of been the truth.
The many ways that you could lose.
Held on to what brought you down.
Another whirlwind, left in town.
She craved the way you look into her eyes.
A smoldering frown, made you realize.
She crossed paths, with the ones who left her alone.
She counted on, the things that have grown.
She laughed at the many ways, he broke her in two.
She angered her way to however she seeked the truth.
She cried,
She lied,
With no one but pity at her side.
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