She keeps doin it again n again... My best guess is she believes she is no equal to a man... As she questions her taste... Finding herself in the middle of every game war made... She sits alone in wonder from time to time... In disbelief of how every night is as empty as the luv in her mind... And as she fights off the memories she reclaims her worth... For every time she's only reminiscing due to there's nothing going on in her world... But oh how behind the mask she hides it all... The art in which she maintains her secrecy fits her flaws... No one can tell she sighs when no one else is around.... But i see it sitting on her lip trying to move her mouth... I'm witness to her living behind her guard... As i'll never expose her playing the part... Accepting singlism as a way of life... And it's only bcuz she's been done wrong more times than she cares to once again confide... As in her mind a thought lingers of why add another face to the images that recreate the bs... For her soft spots are off limits to the feel attached to her ribs... She locks herself in so she feels safe... Relying on the only friend within that shelters her from the eventual pain... I've taken notice although i'd never abrupt her peace... She needs not be lured into the unknown for she wants not to believe... At least that's how she displays herself to be... But she cannot fool me.. I know her too well for we ain't much different in our natural ways... She'll be ok once she realizes she's caught up in the phase...
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