Don't crack under pressure
Always talking kindly
Blindly she charges on
Barges through life
Yet nobody knows
Knife in one hand
Bands around her wrist
Tests lay on the desk
She is a fighter
Was a fighter
Quietly she looses her light
Her shirt once white
Now doused in red
The pressure was too much
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Short Stories and other various things
ContoRandom stuff that I wrote for fun. Poems, short stories, rarely anything more than that. Just things I've written to pass the time, I hope you enjoy them as much as I have writing them.
