She holds the razor in her shaking cold hands,
Her hands are shaking tears are falling,
The hot water swirls around her body,
Pulling her every which way,
She didn't wanna give in,
But it's inside of her,
Growing inside her,
In all of her,
Eating her.
Pain.
Crying,
The tears fall,
Making little ripples,
In the water around her skin,
Steam rises around her angelic face,
As she sobs brokenly as she now realizes,
This is her last challenge and the light breaks thru,
There is no way that she will ever be able to win this war. |
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