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Feb 2020
Don't you know that she cares?
There's a lot going on upstairs.
In case you couldn't tell upstairs is her mind and it's crammed full... overflowing... spilling off the edge.
She's standing on a ledge.
It's not fair!
The tic of the clock leaves no time to stop....Leave her be when she says please.
Time is a necessity to leading a healthy life, but can't you see she's struggling to be free; for you have the blade of the sharpest knife against her throat.
The boat has tipped once again now it's all about whether or not she will sink or swim; for she is no longer afloat.
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Eternal Suffering  19/Genderqueer
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