Render me speechless. Can someone tell me a sweet story about a girl about to die, taking her last breath, making her last wish? A little heads up though, her last wish is the one that comes true.
Come hither, close enough so she can see you. Give her a reason to believe, give her a reason to feel. Save her from the thunder she thinks is real.
Rarely do you find her owing up to her disbelief, is it a life she's prepared to lead?
Head over to her, give her your shoulder when she weeps. Damp with sweat, her cheeks are flushed red. Time-bound is her journey can you give her what she needs?
It's not the solid truth, it's the petty lies that she believes. Learning to give more regardless is her idea of closure. Ban her pleasures and trap her in a butcher shop, she is ready to be vicious. Fan her flames with the oxygen of heed, it's a miracle to just let her breathe.
Existence is what she longs for in this world of endless greed.
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