Chaos burned in her questioning eyes.

Chaos tumbled through her curly hair.

Chaos lingered on her waiting lips.

Chaos was sitting there.

Chaos was the passion with which she kissed.

Chaos was how she lived day to day.

Chaos begging someone to chase her fears away.

Chaos trying to fill her head with lies.

Chaos was the only one she could never truly escape.



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