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She sways away
seeing things
she should not see
being things
she should not be
believing things
that make her retch
washing away the memories
and naive beliefs of yesteryear
waiting for her dreams to catch
and for someone to hit reset
on the things she knew
but would not admit
and she spins out
with nothing as a center
erratic and unpredictable
unbound by physics
defying rules
she's off the hook
but she won't look
there is no one in the mirror
looking back at her
"Don't take my hand;
Don't guide my way;
Don't make me stay;
Don't let me go."
she stands up straight
and walks away
"Doesn't mean a thing to me,
you don't mean a thing to me."
She walks away
and, god, it's dark
as she leaves her empty room
and heads out to face the gloom.