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Jasmine dryer May 2018
All this left in her mind is static
The black and white fuzz
Of what was once
A world of color
Couldn’t you see It
Couldn’t you tell
Now her mind is a living hell
She’s not the same
Can’t you tell this is all a game
She’s insane
Psychotic
Totally un-fixable
She can’t be hit
You can’t break …

Whats already broken
you can't break me

— The End —