Always an attention seeker,
Always a gambler, a risk taker,
It took more of a
Subtle scenario of self-assured serenity
Savagely seeking sympathy
Yet expecting satirical smirks
She could only erupt from her corrupt mindset
After ambiguity became matter of fact that:
She was falling apart.
She could only reach for the sun
She, too, depleted everyone,
Tip-toeing through troubling terrain
Her narrative doesn’t read clear!
What was fact and what was fiction?
Such a stubborn sassy and suspicious being,
She had simply had enough.
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