and then she fell straight into the depths of the ***
the boiling *** that held contents of regret and anxiousness
and she kept drowning and drowning into the depths of the tarnished water
and as she drowns, what passes by never seizes to amaze her,
rather what she feels is like she is on fire, inside water
and her soul is being snatched away
like thread being pulled out of a stitched beautiful white gown
and her wings get completely soaked in her own tears and they get torn about by the fangs of hatred and jealousy endowed in her.
"oh what a pity!" they would ponder every time they glanced at her
but sympathy is the last thing she would ever want
because in all honesty all she wanted was to be someones first choice
she anted to be an everlasting desire.
but in the end her anticipation would come to an end, as soon as her body would touch the base of the ***.