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She is young...

Another day of
This life is wearing her
The room around her is a
Her children with her mom

She is still young but old
Two children different fathers
She on the bathroom floor alone
The shower chain
Her neck

Then another night of to wear her down
Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a
Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with eyes
Choosing carefully her husband's business ties

"Over!" she cries rope ends and silk ties
Beautiful life escaping her young blue
But life her hand, refusing to let go
her breathing on the floor

They're still asleep don't her cry
And she's still obsessed rope ends
This time she a stronger tie
With the Pooh and friends

She is still but feeling old
A dying to be a mother
Now she hangs the ceiling all alone
All is falling from her

Seeing guilt has her guilt she's raised on disbelief
Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for
She has learnt all there is to know about hopelessness
Seeing that no effort in this world can her test

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk
life escaping her young blue eyes
And Winnie is strong, would never let her
Prevents her breathing till she's not there at all
But holds her hands, refusing to let go
Leaving her breathing on the

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[Daniel

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on
Merely twenty beautiful but a taste for grief
She has learnt all that there is to know helplessness
Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her

Helpless she in rope ends and undies
Unseeing eyes fixating smile
"Over!" she cries as she's going
Still in life
Still in troubled mind
The ceiling let go, the old house let her
Dropping her breathing to the cold floor
Hitting her head - a china soul
Red stains on and she's not there at all

she cries for rope ends and silk ties
Beautiful eyes Piglet shy behind
she lies undead and unblind
Beautiful
crying young eyes
Blackened and bruised, how to see
Staring at her - crimsoned ivory
Hours they pass this china soul
Red on porcelain
And not there at all...