Sudden tears rolling down crimson cheeks
in a snap, they roll away
Books making her walk through thousand minds
Escape reality to loosen up the familiarity
Pleasure is what she reads for
Gets paranoid if you put her on a scale
"What if I underscore?"
Oar is what she is desperately searching for
Running away from this town before her mind is forced to vie
She doesn't want to comply
Her breathing passion has turned inanimate
You learn by failing yet everyone wants you only mastering
A Hopeful gleam in her parents' eyes sends a chill up and down her spine
Trying her best to take the highest dive before the wolves eat her alive
Drinking but not assimilating the answers to every question
Everything seems like a scribble
She slickly has been put inside this riddle
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