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Sitting on the green carpet at the top of my stairs. Looking up at my ceiling fan, imagining myself, hanging by a rope. And so I contemplated. Death or life, life or death.
My screams echo against my own ear drums. Yet, no one even turns a head to save me. Do you hear me?
You're the desert that's been saved for the end. You're the girl whose will won't bend. You're the girl with a huge heart, Who people will look at and want to be apart. You're a blessing that's yet to give,