Your laughter is a cry of symphony running through her ears.
Your smile is the starting point of her day.
Every tear she sheds is a waste of time.
Every moment she spends thinking.
Thinking hurts now too.
She longs for your arms wrapped around her at night.
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Coldness dwells upon this sick person.
An empty shell is left.
Now she needs her new begining.
Now she needs to be free.
Her heart aches for you.
Yet she rarely recieves a drop.
Her greatest fear is you.
Losing you that is.
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How hard could she fall?
Very far.
Correction at its best.
But you don't understand.
Neither does she.
How long could it last?
A month?
A year?
If even, forever?
All you hear today are doubts.
She's starting to fear the doubts possible truths.
Sick truths.
Sick truths for a sick girl.
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Kristina.