No
It was not a one thin rope
Just doing it's best not to snap
And lose hope.
It was the strings tangled together.
The thoughts that strangles each other.
The vines that spreads wherever.
All the chaos that happens,
In the chamber of her mind
The things that she has always want to hide.
It was too complicated to fix
And
She was way too tired to get fixed
So instead
She cut it all
And
Let herself fall.
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Scattered Pieces
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