She had teared enough to appreciate her value
In the dusk, she had wept silently and decided to start anew
However, those sobs were once a pleasant melody she's now tired of singing
She had agonized enough to get through the despair
She had throbbed and realized this is a thing she can't bear
However, those pains were once a fascinating photograph she's now tired of capturing
She had been wounded enough to convince herself to stop
She had been lost and fallen 'til she dared to lift herself up
However, those scars were once a beautiful canvas she's now tired of painting
She had fought enough to finally get out of the torment
She finally regained herself from the wasted time she had spent
However, those battles were once a breath-taking film she's now tired of watching
She had loved hard enough to be free from regrets
She smiled, laughed, and giggled, she had to admit
However, those memories were once a captivating poetry she's now tired of writing
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
She had teared enough to appreciate her value
In the dusk, she had wept silently and decided to start anew
However, those sobs were once a pleasant melody she's now tired of singing
She had agonized enough to get through the despair
She had throbbed and realized this is a thing she can't bear
However, those pains were once a fascinating photograph she's now tired of capturing
She had been wounded enough to convince herself to stop
She had been lost and fallen 'til she dared to lift herself up
However, those scars were once a beautiful canvas she's now tired of painting
She had fought enough to finally get out of the torment
She finally regained herself from the wasted time she had spent
However, those battles were once a breath-taking film she's now tired of watching
She had loved hard enough to be free from regrets
She smiled, laughed, and giggled, she had to admit
However, those memories were once a captivating poetry she's now tired of writing
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