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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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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
Upstairs
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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19/Genderqueer
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
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