What could have been wrong,
placing herself in a consistent fall without an ideal factor of reasons.
Fading in strength behind her heaviness.
o yes, she said I’m strong,` I can do it again but every night falls,
falls in the different images of how things could have been different with just a little her in it and a little off of them.
They live out of her while she lives all in them,
they aren’t aware, but she is alert as she loses herself to get in a room,
things could have been worst though you’re lucky to have it. Constantly merging these words and lives in limited words striking in multiple actions of not her.
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