she shakes up, wakes up, gets made up
weary of the game and wary of the loneliness she's living in a well made fortress, placed the stones up, down, all around to be safe threw true love away for something called security in the glare of another dark night security looks like smoke haze, furtive glances, alcoholic eyes that eat up every inch of soul not claimed hearts hard and scared if there ever were any there she won't find what the darker corners of her soul crave so a life more like a living death rolls on and before long it will be a morning again, lost and empty, that will dawn on some version of herself that she can't recognize and that is beyond saving
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