Madelline (Draft)

She starts her day thinking

"Is this all there is?"

And falls asleep knowing the answer

The pills were meant to fill up the void

But only made things clearer

Whatever follows will never matter

What came before mattered just as little

She considers how horribly sad she would be

If only she could feel

In a short space of time everything she has done

Will all be completely pointless

All she can hope for is that when it does come

It will be relatively painless

"Make what you can of the time you have"

She lies to all who come near her

'Cause every single flower dies

Even plastic ones eventually wither

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