She was tired of taking chances, she was already badly burned.
She cries herself to sleep at night, hoping the insomnia will leave her be,
She hopes that the nightmares would once turn to dreams,
but she is broken, damaged,
more than before.
She contemplates those lines again,
the ones that make her feel,
she doesn't want attention,
all she wants to do is heal.
She hopes for one night,
She won't think of you,
But all it is,
Is a reminder
Like rain hitting a tin roof.
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