C.H.R.I.S.T.I.N.A
Caring whether I fall or fly,
Hopes having been shattered in the sky.
Remembering times good and bad,
Illustrating how life can seem so sad.
Staring in a mirror but not recognizing the girl looking back at you,
Taking time to relax before you become unglued.
Images flashing through your head,
Never having been filled with so much dread.
Another day, another time, will make your life feel like a rhyme.
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