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It's like she was playing an endless game of ping pong,

her opponent was her reflection,

playing a mirror all along,

her disease has made progression.

she serves the ball to herself,

but the ball doesn't come back,

she had nothing left,

and the the mirror began to crack.

comfusion sets in,

and she's falling apart,

now she can't pretend,

that she's lost from within.

chaos in her soul,

threatens her existence,

she doesnt feel whole,

theres so many restrictions.

which way does she turn ?

shes so used to running,

so she ignores the burn

but her disease is so cunning.

it whispers her lies,

tries to pull her down,

but her heads in the skies

and she refuses to drown.,