her life is leaking away.
year by year.
month by month.
week by week
day by day.
hour by hour.
minute by minute
second by second.
weary,
she's weary.
mockers. liars.
they want her out.
they're weighing her down.
the world as she know it ; is finally caving in on her.
this tattered soul needs mending.
what does one do, when she's done searching?
xx
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