Amidst the shadows, a soul adrift,
"Bitch Sick" echoes, a mournful rift.
A heart once whole, now torn and frail,
In anguish veiled, a sorrowed tale.

Through tear-stained nights, she sought release,
A desperate plea, a bittersweet peace.
With haunted eyes, she gazed above,
Longing for solace, lost in love.

The world's cruel dance, a relentless waltz,
A melodic ache, her heart's true pulse.
In whispered prayers, she found no ease,
Aching for respite, a moment's seize.

With every sunrise, the pain persists,
A weight too heavy, hope dismissed.
Yet, in her darkness, a silent plea,
For a glimmer of light, a chance to break free.

In quiet moments, she yearned to find,
A sanctuary, a gentle bind.
But "Bitch Sick" lingered, an echoing cry,
A haunting chorus, refusing to die.

Through the melancholy, she searched for grace,
A fleeting hope, a tender embrace.
In the depths of sorrow, a soul did roam,
Hoping someday to find her way back home.


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