| She dresses in black everyday
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| She keeps her hair simple and plain
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| She never wears makeup
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| But no one would care if she did anyway
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| She doesn’t recall yesterday
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| Faces seem twisted and strange
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| But she always wakes up Only to find she’d been miles away
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| Absence of awareness
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| Losing time
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| A lapse of perception
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| Losing time
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| Wanting to escape
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| She had created a way to survive
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| She learned to detach from herself
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| A behavior that kept her alive
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| Hope in the face of our human distress
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| Helps us to understand the turbulence deep inside
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| That takes hold of our lives
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| Shame and disgrace over mental unrest
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| Keeps us from saving those we love
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| The grace within our hearts
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| And the sorrow in our souls
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| Deception of fame
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| Vengeance of war
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| Lives torn apart
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| Losing oneself
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| Spiraling down
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| Feeling the walls closing in A journey to find
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| The answers inside
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| Our illusive mind |