It’s bottled up in her.

She keeps it inside.

Treat this like her outro.

But Her soul will reside.

Here she stands.

Wanting to be she.

It’s like taking her first breath after drowning. 

She can finally breathe.

Pain in the inside 

Pain on the out

But she never shows it.

Listen to her shout.

That is quietly.

Bc she keeps everything Descrete.

Like i said, it’s bottled up.

So it makes her soul weak.

If you listen carefully and read between the lines,

You’ll find that she’s hurting

And that is, 

on both sides. 


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