She stopped looking
Both ways before
Crossing the street
She stopped wearing
Her seat belt in the car
She stop counting
The pills before she took them
She stop eating
And doesn't sleep at times
No she not trying to get attention
And she wasn't trying to kill herself
But she did stop caring
Whether she lived or not
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
