One for the pain, Two for the Set-go

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The darker
The brighter you'd spark
Blue and black with
A tint of white
Crow black eyes
I'll steal the stars inside
And leave it to die

The pain was still so real, from her bruised toe to her torn apart neck but not a dim of remembrance. Only dim flash, grim and fading films, nothing to catch from it except a vague feeling of 'deja vu'.  Take the confusion and dip into a cup of melted ecstasy, just how it seemed to feel and that just didn't make her task easy.

Her deep greenish eyes were to gaze at the hills

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Her deep greenish eyes were to gaze at the hills. Just hoping for another thrill. There was a pill swaying at the end of her finger tip. Her hair's twirling and twisting to a chill drawn from the fear of just being. Her room might have just swallowed her as she sipped in the tiny pilule. She was tarnished to the depth of her skin. The slightest gust of wind, and she flew as high as her mind could. As her eyes rolled back ,she could see her thoughts standing there in plain sight. 

It's just funny how... sometimes you fight life
And other times, you're drowned into it

A sharp bell-like sound hit her ear drums like a razor-edged knife piercing the snare drum. It was her phone, again; her hands  crawled steadily, reaching out to it.

"Good girl, now swallow another one." - was to be read.

It just felt like she was lost in a maze, and in the haze of the moment she just popped up another pill. To her, it all just felt like the text was only her mind teasing on her, all but something she needed to bother about. Her body was swinging back and forth into the thin fog settling by as she stared at her phone disfiguring it's wide screen with a slight grin on her lightened face.

"Oh damn, look at the time Lacey! Haha! Get up lazy ass... you'll be late to class... again baby!" She murmured to herself, amused... strangely. Barely not bothered at all but still under the constrain of clearing the obligation she had against her whole world.

She stood up and froze, wobbled, trying to keep her leg from swinging. Slowly walked to her bathroom door; opened the door. The putrid odor emanating from her bathroom didn't even hit her interest. She was so far gone in the depth of her poor mind that she didn't seemed to react on her senses.

A cold wind blew her hair as she stood there staring at herself. There she was laying dead, all swollen, laying in the bathtub into the rotting liquified food rest bubbling to the digestive acid mixed in. She stood still, staring at her own fate. Hard pill to swallow.

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