Her neck cracks as the wind whips past
I guess she was never okay with that
she thinks as she turns to watch behind her back
who can you trust nowadays, anyways
who can you assume will forgive
even your worst mistakes
no one, that's who
I guess she always knew.
I guess she always knew.
Can't you see it now
her soul
straight through
her pain
everyone knew
it's just the essence of living
through the end of the line
a line crossed way before mine
Am I still holding on,
Why?
God, how did she survive.
How did she survive?
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