She craved silence,
and when she had it,
it killed her even more,
it was even louder, more tormenting.
Eventually she grew enough resilience,
to fight it,
but her wounds always kept her sore,
anxiety knocking off the ways she was surviving.
She tried to hush the voices,
trapping her , cracking her,
she tried to stitch all the reopenings,
but the more she fought to keep it all together,
the more life was conniving.
She was losing a lost battle,
how much longer could she her demons be bribing ?
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