She closes her eyes to see what is done,
Another hole to dig her soul in,
She takes a deep breath it has only begun,
Selling her soul was her biggest sin.
She opens them wide to see where she was,
Blank screens and the ghost of her laughter.
Why was it so hard to do what she trusts?
Time ran thin, hanging her from a rafter.
She needed to breath, feel air in her lungs,
To fling her arms wide and free,
She was trapped in a world both stung and young
Where they couldn’t see what she could be.
So she picked up her guts and packed her bags
Bidding farewell to her table and walls,
They had supported her well through the song and the storm,
However big or small.
A tear trickled down as she brushed it away,
Sighing at what she had just done,
She knew in her heart, ignoring the mind play,
Her life had just begun.
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