In The space she sits,
water trickles
and memories of giggles remain.
That's all that's left of this once happy place.
Now her thoughts racing
because of the meth ?
or because she can't control herself.
the weapon of freedom,
she holds in her mouth.
And no one knows
what she's enduring
I can't believe it now.
i can't take them now.
She again notices her thoughts
racing
breathing.
Moving.
Controlling
These happenings in her head
as she pens her shaky farewell to them. To no one.
Giggles, Splashes, Bubbles, interrupted by a cut or two
It just so happens the last thing she says makes no sense at all
<b>[Let me live]</b>
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