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Feb 2021
She swings, she lays, back in a haze
The paleness in her face, she soon begins to gaze
Her words were cold, the world was sold
The only thing she knew was growing old
The lights were dim, she slightly grinned
If nature takes, than nature took
She knew it all, she leaped the fall
The world was warmer, for her less colder
I posted this back in 2018. But I never talked about what it meant. It’s about a woman’s battle with addiction
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