She opens her eyes as they are glazed over.
She said her final goodbye.
Picking up the rolled twenty,
saying a few simple words of wisdom.
One line down, three to go,
She's out of control.
Losing all emotions.
Free to linger about,
for just this little while.
Little girl got game; little girl not sane.
Her hands tremble
She trippin; Alice is out of her wonderland.
Corrupting thoughts boggle her mind.
She's trapped about these four walls.
The chopping block begins again.
Another life will find its end; tonight.
Some days won't get better,
some dreams are limed inside a lost soul; forever.
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