She lays here, still. Taking each breath with lack of understanding.
mirror here, mirror there... all around
wires with bandages on her head.
Tear finaly falls
to words, getting on knees tonight, screaming
Do they hear? !
Scrabbble of this mind, all want is to be white
Living Haleluiah to this slowly dieing breath.
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