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...but she couldn't take it anymore,
she had about as much as she could stand.
Then it went that one fine inch over the border.
The bend past the void,
she was never tied on that tightly.
All her friends from school would say,
she was beautiful, she was giving,
she was everything anyone could imagine.
UNTIL she racked one back,
sent her self to hell,
I look at that wall, every day.
I sit where that spot once was.
I get to relive that feeling, EVERY night in my dreams.

There may not be a hell,
but there is repetition.
There is FOREVER and Nothingness.
Of that you can be assured.

-C-