She feels the pain that she has yet to sustain
She feels her heart 

Is hopeless, shattered into parts.
She lives in Metaphore.

Yet shes met the end before.
​She writes for the future

but she lives in the end.
Shes never been so sure.

She thought that there was more.
Shes never fallen

farther, now she’s all in.
She writes fast,

Fingers at keys, She probably wont last.
She see’s day on day.

But she’s never seeing other then grey.
She wants to be set free.

Yet she has no sense of glee.
Shes almost gone.

She’s fading at the break of dawn
Just another shade

a shade of pointless grey.

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