It's heavy....
It's chronic....
It's acute.....
It's black....
It's clatter....
It watches her die...it mischievously grins at her tears....it apathetically knives her in the back....it stares blankly into her screaming eyes....it consistently kindles her twisted lies....it deceptively convinces her that right is wrong....it gently manipulates her into costly silence.
A automobile 'accident' flashes through her screen....an 'unintentional' trip off the trail plays in her show....an evening alone with fermented substances presents an option of 'recharge'....
She doesn't know her!!!
She wonders if love can win her cause 'it' has a death grip on her life....
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