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Joannaly246 Jul 2020
She rips through the walls trying to break free
A slither of relief, that’s all she wants
Wall after wall to find something familiar
But after digging so much all she gets is constant deliria

Where do we go from here, do you know
Asking for a friend, because I know she’s hurting
Perhaps a companion with all his charm and the flirting

But at the end of the day she still lives inside of me
She can’t get out, she’s not free, no she’ll never be

— The End —