She can pretend all she wants.
Those strings pulling at her won't let her be
Good intentions are of what she loves to speak
Although, wounded
She still finds the utter need to cradle multiple drowning souls
Others' injuries get attached like a charm on her charm bracelet
The chain being her own furries
Over time; that chain soon to become a clusterfuk
But, She's accepting it
What sha'll she do.
-gg-
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