Anxiety

She was fourteen / Above all she had to belong / Misguided, naiave - unbeknownst, unforeseen / she lost her innocence, her capacity to stay strong.

Thrown in, hands tied, anxiety crept in / Her sanity, her strive, her ability to confide - these all grew thin - empty - all she felt from within / Self loathe and self mutilation / apparent the more she was engulfed by frustration / No. There was no chance for salvation...

The End

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