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Closed Eyes
Well she looked through tear soaked eyes,
Not knowing what she was,
Or who she was to become.
These eyes meet acceptance,
In the form of portable love,
Given by the hands of the lost.
Well she opened her eyes,
Awaken by that portable love.
Shot it up once, and became happy.
Shot it up twice, and she was in her own reality,
Free from the expectations of herself,
And loved by all around her.
In this state she was truly happy.
This state was the reality she wanted.
Well her eyes meet the truth,
Awakened from her awakened state.
She tried to shot up her portable love again,
But there was none to be had.
This reality she came back to was too harsh,
Too cold to live in.
So she went in the corner,
Her hand holding her portable salvation.
She took that salvation,
Put it to her wrists,
And left her sorrows behind.
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