To adapt to life...
Little by little she moved away
From her real self…
Everything to please the voices…
So obedient, so sympathetic…
So pathetic…
One day she noticed a rope around
Her neck…
So sick and tired she was but she
Got used to the rope…
She used it to tie her hope and
To hang her dreams…
She might be alive…or so it seems…
Karla Bardanza
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