She is drowing,
she isn't breathing.
She's losing control,
she's going insane.She needs help,
she's dying.
She is slipping,
she is leaving.She will be gone soon,
she is sad.
She is angry,
she's gone bad.
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the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
Minds Pt. 2
She is drowing,
she isn't breathing.
She's losing control,
she's going insane.She needs help,
she's dying.
She is slipping,
she is leaving.She will be gone soon,
she is sad.
She is angry,
she's gone bad.