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Missy Bahwms
Guest
its deep, dark, and cold
cliche as is sounds
it tears at her insides
as it makes its final rounds
this would be her end
the end that would undo her
she tried to hide who she was
but the pain could see right through her
she moans in her corner
and prepares for the worst
she waits in anticipation
just the wait could make her burst
she was losing her mind
not sure what was real
not sure who she was
not sure how to feel
so she cuddles her body
and holds herself near
and thats where she died
alone and in fear
she never did realize
there was nothing around
if she had only just looked
its all she would've found
cliche as is sounds
it tears at her insides
as it makes its final rounds
this would be her end
the end that would undo her
she tried to hide who she was
but the pain could see right through her
she moans in her corner
and prepares for the worst
she waits in anticipation
just the wait could make her burst
she was losing her mind
not sure what was real
not sure who she was
not sure how to feel
so she cuddles her body
and holds herself near
and thats where she died
alone and in fear
she never did realize
there was nothing around
if she had only just looked
its all she would've found