the special kind of misery she lives for
the unique everlasting melancholy
became the thing she would kill for
for now she was her own enemy
women like this are never free
she can’t even run from herself
she can’t let anyone see
that she no more wants to define hell
saving requires surrender and that she can not do
maybe I will tell you why if you can tell me why the sky is blue
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