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the thought, she thought of it then.

she couldn't turn back;

this time she knew it would win.

the thought, her thought.....so sad,

but her life had made her just so mad,

and so much more she wanted to be,

knowing she could never achieve,

and that just made her see this thought.



again and again it drowned her mind

with it's solemn and cruel eyes.

she wept upon the ground and

scratched at her flesh to see the blood,

and to feel the reality of pain.

she could never believe that anyone cared;

the thought, it was still there,

plaguing her mind, the thought always there.



haunting dreams never go away,

and the tears she makes just eat and eat

away her will, her soul that she needs.

the thought, she thought of it then....

as she watched him crumble and fall

under the gravity of the harsh, cold world.

the thought, her thought.....so sad,

and she could do nothing to make it disappear.



the thought, for her it’s always there,

and further and further she drifts from reality,

into her lost world of submission to

the thought, her thought.

she falls and crumbles just as she dreamed,

and the thought, she thought of it then,

as she watched her life just slip from her grasp

and melt into the growing silence.