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And she was a snapshot of reality
Living in a dream world of insanity
Quite literally on the brink
To avoid taking up too much space
To avoid her own apocalypse
Standing on the edge of life
Somewhere between love and might
Reminding herself everyday
That it’s all made up,
Of what you go get,
What you give
What you take.

Little Girl

When she cried it was hysterical
And when she moved, futile.
The girl could not fathom just how much
She would lose and gain and fall.
After too much love she had given out
After too many words she had uttered
After too many times falling down
And too many times that she’d suffered
Now the little girl lays in her box
The little girl now does nothing,
Feels nothing, says nothing at all.

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