Here's a poem I wrote last night. Maybe it will explain a couple of things:
There was so much pain in her life
No one saw the cuts appear
There was always the strife
To keep her in gear
The pain was her release
From a deeper pain
That could not be believed
By anyone who had anything to gain
She is dying
Can you not see it in her eyes
Maybe because she is lying?
So many lies...
Give her something to cling to please
She has to handle this with ease
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Enjoying the nice breeze.