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Late night,
Her consciousness,
Telling her this is the last one,
She believed herself,
So she sits back and unwinds,

Once again the repetition continues,
And stopping it is neglected,
Looking into the mirror,
And see nothing,

Absence is herself,
And her pulse is another,
The person she knew,
Died a long time ago,
And she didn’t even know it,
Looking in the mirror seeing signs of death
showing,

Searching for her heart beat,
It’s gone undetected,
Laying on the bathroom floor,
Restless…
[ to be continued…. ]

part 1


Writer: @living_everyday_optimistically (L.E.O.) - Instagram
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