What more does it take for you?
Your beauty intoxicates all you encounter, yet fail to notice,this is you blunder.
You have had a rogh time, though now its over, but you cling to whatever is left over, and in doin that your depression grows depper, pulling you apart at the seams, causing you to unravel and fall to your knees, pondering desperately:"How much worse can it be?"
To ease your mind this burden you bargain with satan (as if he cares), giving you a release in turn for you soul: that you believe tarnished and not worth much at all, when all your friends have been with you until now, but here comes the crossroads up ahead, they give you the choice: "stand tall or fall down."
You have your beauty and charm, your intelligence and grace, good friends and your health.
What more does it take for you?
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