Lyretry

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The depths are calling
With never-ending sight
Her skin begins crawling
Each day the same by losing the fight

She twists, and she turns
With every flash that begins
The end is now—Too late she learns
Into the nothing—Her mind descends

Thoughts like these should never be
Her hopes crumbled
Looking in the mirror, she despises what she sees
Trying to run but only stumbled

Tomorrow will be better she says to herself
This moment will be passing
And with a little-wanted help
My happiness will become everlasting

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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