She bleeds dark secrets. There is no way back.
She doesn't want to find one, anyway.
The pressure is intense. She starts to crack.
Somehow, she makes it through another day.
She talks small talk. They think that she is fine,
and mostly, can't be bothered if she's not.
She knew the score and where to draw the line,
but didn't see it coming: perfect shot -
right on target. She didn't stand a chance.
Soon, so soon - already in too deep -
intoxicated by obsession's dance.
The night possesses her. By day, she'll sleep.
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