Have you ever opened those sorrowful flood gates?
Or been on the verge to open them?
Have you?
Well let me tell you this tale to shed sound light
There was this girl
She wasn't often on the verge to open those dreadful gates
But when she was
Those sorrowful flood gates will close
No matter how hard she wanted to open those gates
She would make sure they didn't open
Because to her
She didn't deserve to open those flood gates
Her method was a unique one
Maybe others out there did what she did
But she often doubted that
Her method was
This
She would tell herself
She didn't deserve this sweet release of sorrows
After all she hates herself
She thought that opening those gates
Would make her weak as well as among other things
This tale
Was to tell you this
She isn't normal
Some would have just chanted that they wouldn't
Open those gates
Others would use a more distracting method
But either way
Her method harmed herself
So she didn't go unscathed
This tale was her lil own way to tell the world
That she wasn't who they thought she was
She was her own worst enemy
As well as her own best friend
This tale
Is her method
What is yours?
YOU ARE READING
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