She did not know where she was going
All those changes, all those choices
Plus, he left her hanging with phrases
Happiness turned into anger and fear
She cried everyday, nobody could hear
She needed help but kept it to herself
She wrote them in books on her shelf
She felt tired of her routine, of living
She hated what she was becoming
So she thought there was no sense
In continuing her existence
It started with anxiety then lead to depression
In her head, she had millions of reasons
She left a clue but nobody ever noticed
Because her books were never published
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