As she takes the thin piece of metal from her skin,
She knows that her pain is at its end.
Whirling and twirling the room begins to spin.
Nobody or nothing has came to impend.
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My mind swirling around.
Uncontrollable.
Unable to think strait.
My vision is blurry, foggy, and spinning.
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Seated here.
Clock ticking.
Pencils tapping.
Quiet.
...
What if someone you loved no longer cares?
You date other people but no one else compairs.
He has moved on,
The love is long gone.
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Hackins in heaven,
The lord falls to his knees.
Tears made of blood,
And love made of fear.
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Why would it matter?
If she died.
Why would it matter?
Nobody cried.
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Does he love me?
This I think so,
He looks at me the way i think,
That shows me that he cares,
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A pencel without paper
fabrics without a draiper
a world without time
a world without a rhyme
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