There is this girl I know whose life is going down the toilet faster than she can grab the handle and hold on
Her face burns from the heat of failure. Her fingers ache from trying too hard, or not hard enough.
She watches people moving on, staying stagnant and those with no direction or desire.
Where does she fit in. Where does she fall.
Change the story
Edit the beginning
Rewrite the middle
The end isn't decided until it begins
Nothing is decided until you've said it is so
What will you do?
What will you do?
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