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A little thing I did.
It's 3 am, I'm at work and my mind won't stop so here is this lil thing I just wrote. I'm rusty, it's been a minute.
They say she's borderline like you can define her.
Stick disorder on her name, label her brain.
She takes on the world, filters the pain. Slowly slipping the grip, it's driving her insane.
She's the beast and the burden, built from all things uncertain.
She wants to give up, it's tough.
She is a character, a role in a play... Day in, day out she's the lead on stage.
Her edges rough, tinfoil, shiney. Heart's soft like mink, eyes that are blinding.
There's an angel under the devil's robe, but the world's painted her so cold. Her wings plucked thin she dances with the darkness because he lets her win.
She's on the verge of breaking down but you won't hear a sound. She'll carry on 1000 mph in the wrong direction, no discretion.
One day she will stop and fall. You'll find her on her knees, begging please... Have Mercy.
TLM-04/05/20
