She was a woman of great pride, Along with a self-proclaimed great insight. Though they proved to all be delusions, She was a woman of problems, but no solutions.
"Well, as she was riffling through the pantry, her very much wasted stepfather came up behind her, wobbling like a zombie. An alcohol-crazed zombie, that is."
The blinding lights are getting duller, And the depth of the world is becoming fuller. The girl in the mirror regains familiarity, As I return back to sobriety.
