In the middle of a night so cold it could freeze fire,
she's crying to Lorde's Liability.
Burning lungs finally gave her the warmth she never thought she needed.
It's been a draining week, only to find the answer has always been the same.
To die young is a privilege,
they say you don't need a heart stop beating to be dead.
She throw questions at the night that used to be her pal.
Bravely chooses to stop believing.
She's a ticking bomb.
Pushing everyone away so they could be safe.
But someone is just to stubborn to leave.
It's up to you, i hate to hurt you but it's your choice.
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Demons.
Even in her self assumed last seconds,
she still thinks about people she loves.
It stops her everytime.
I wish i were like those kids who played with toys instead of demons.
6 years old, didn't have a clue and ruined.
$3000 and useless.
Why do i love feeding myself illusions?
Everything is set that's why He stops listening.
I should've known this is not a coincidence.
It's a call to surrender.
I've been fighting for too long and ending this battle is more than a perfect choice.
The dancing smoke burns her eyes and she killed the fire with tears.
The dancing smoke takes her back to 2012.
The dancing smoke remains the one she lets to kill her slowly.