30 MAY 2017 AT 3:30

Living in fear and depression she thought she was living her life
No matter through what she survive may be drugs or the demon drink
She raise her hand high though she was dead being alive
Voyage she discovered was the sign of her boldness covered with scars
The aura she hold was all way of her road
Her dreams collapse she raise her voice and make her memories alive
No roads no building no love no power can now make her dead being alive.

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