day by day she falls, fall, falls nastily ...
She woke up to numbers on unfinished tasks
Upcoming demands and drunken in positivity
Worked all her ass off at her best till she falls again
She had no idea ...
She continued with chores, doing dishes
Until she broke tears, she's weeping while doing the dishes
Why...
Has something happened?
No one knows.... including herself
Will she be able to condone and pass-through
Will she hardly learn
or
Will she break apart
She has to learn
She has to fight
No matter what
No one can help her if she doesn't help herself
Life with regrets and aggression nor of her dreams
She has to strike
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