She is looking like she is suffering in every Second of her existence.
My blind eyes can't see your hands
My old body is broken
You can't play with me anymore
My hands are covered in dust
My gold hair loses it's shine being in the dark
The moisture is driping over my face
It hurts me until my eyes drip blood
I keep trying to look like new
But every hour is killing me
And I'm waiting...
Waiting for nothing...
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