I knew there was something I wanted to say but then screw it. This was all I could remember from the talk/exchange we had.
She's not her right now and she needs time to figure out the whole mess.
But time is running out. And reality is just closing in on her.
She's left trembling with fear by the bleachers.
And the only person who can help her is herself. She needs to find her own strength to lift up herself once again.
It's all up to her now.
I'll end on a note feeling rather blue right now.
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