She wishes Granville is real. Through the stained glass wall she looks clearly but sees only him slowly fading. She figures there's something out there she can't resist. The sweetest of words spilled out now lay on the ground...decomposing.
She lives another life soul searching as she tries to mask the pain she's been carrying all day and all night long. What have he done? She wants to run as fast as she can. She wants to be lost in the middle of nowhere and shake off the hurting. Is there any other way to undo what has been done? Does life have a rewind button that can be edited or deleted? You make me want to drift to emptiness. Half the time she have spent every single moment wondering, dreaming, asking. She only has simple questions but entails complicated answers. Every breath gives her away because every time she thinks about, looks at, gives her their hugs and kisses, it tears her apart. Where does it take her from here?
She never thought that she have anything more to give. She has given more than what she thought she could but lost the fight anyway.
She's all messed up...all messed up.
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