What does it mean to live?
Is it breathing or smiling?
Eating or crying?
Sleeping or screaming?
She sat there pondering,
Her bones showing through her skin
Nothing made sense
She didn't just want to survive
Some time went by
And she stared death right in the eyes
Love;
Something she wished she was given
Guilt;
Something she wished she could feel
But there were no tears when she heaved in her last breathe
For every sliver of pain was just too real
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