She
Locked behind Xanax bars; trapped between the ocean and starsĀ
I lie
To rot away the life I have been given; to choose a life of opposition
For Unless one happened to stumble upon a key; I couldn't be, I know not what she
believes, only that through the drugs she seesĀ
Through storms we sailed, across the ocean without fail, with glowing eyes that impale she is sure to turn heaven fro...
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