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She is young...

day of emptiness
This is wearing her down
The room her is a mess
Her children with her mom

She is young but feeling old
Two children different fathers
She on the bathroom floor alone
The shower broke
Her hurts

Then night of emptiness to wear her down
Naked to the she wraps her sadness in a gown
Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with eyes
Choosing among her husband's business ties

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk
Beautiful life escaping her young eyes
But life her hand, refusing to let go
her breathing on the floor

They're still don't hear her cry
And she's obsessed with rope ends
This she picks a stronger tie
With Winnie the Pooh and

She is young but feeling old
A child to be a mother
Now she hangs the ceiling all alone
All pressure is falling her

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on
Merely twenty beautiful but with a for grief
She has learnt all there is to know about hopelessness
Seeing that no in this world can stand her test

"Over!" she through rope ends and silk ties
Beautiful life escaping her blue eyes
And Winnie is strong, would let her fall
Prevents her from till she's not there at all
But life her hands, refusing to let go
Leaving her breathing on the

[Johan

Gildenlow]

Seeing has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief
Merely beautiful but with a taste for grief
She has learnt all that is to know about helplessness
Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her

Helpless she lies in ends and undies
Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's
"Over!" she cries as she's unblind
in this life
Still in troubled mind
The ceiling let go, the old house let her
Dropping her breathing to the hard cold
Hitting her head - a broken soul
Red stains on porcelain and she's not at all

Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk
Beautiful eyes stands shy behind
she lies undead and unblind
Beautiful
Beautiful young eyes
Blackened and bruised, how to see
Staring at her - crimsoned ivory
Hours they this broken china soul
Red stains on
And not there at all...