ii.
instead of sleep, she wasted half her life with shattered notes.
hidden away in a vacuum,
of masquerades, of movies, of massacres.
and there was some kind of broken in her,
almost crazy.
art, instead of numbers,
colours, instead of sounds.
feeling helpless,
completely oblivious.
offering death a hand,
grinning and grinning.
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