There was a one woman,
holding a black bag with a plastic bag in it.
Every tear that fell from her rosy cheeks
equates to her step towards the altar. She joined her hands together,
Then ceased crying, went out from the
church and rode on her car.
When she fin'lly got into her room,
She took out the plastic bag from her bag
Then, she went to her bathroom carrying something
and when noone heard her. She cried again
and then another deafening cry followed with blood
flowing from her going to the white tiles.
holding a black bag with a plastic bag in it.
Every tear that fell from her rosy cheeks
equates to her step towards the altar. She joined her hands together,
Then ceased crying, went out from the
church and rode on her car.
When she fin'lly got into her room,
She took out the plastic bag from her bag
Then, she went to her bathroom carrying something
and when noone heard her. She cried again
and then another deafening cry followed with blood
flowing from her going to the white tiles.
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