Open the book

and count to three

beware of the things 

you might see

cry, laugh, question 

she doesn't care

it's just her thoughts 

with every entry

it becomes darker and darker 

realize her words are... deep

in every line see the cries for help

Feel her pain

Can you see her yet?

She's practically dying 

the poems she writes 

the music vibes 

is the only thing

keeping her alive

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