If you take my life I will take your dreams.
I am her.
This is her.
She lies still on the bed.
She resteled the demons.
Empty space. A waste of space.
She looks beatifull with the ice in her hair.
I reached out a hand but she couldn't hold on.
Now shes a shadow at the foot of my bed.
A walking puddle from the tears that she shed.
She hits the tile and she dissapears.
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