It's much better this way. I'd rather listen to this painful pray while things fade off slowly than be put through a room, reminding me of the things i wish i did right, i wish i didn't do, i wish i wasn't a part of. I'm trying, i can't wait to let go.. the taste of end seems so much better than fighting this war.. I can't open my eyes to look out and find my reasons. I can't be strong.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home, it's where she lies, broken inside.
She can't fight this anymore. She gave it up, you win.
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