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She writes notes to herself in red The ink stains the back of her hand Letters from her prison Transmitting to the outside Some will say she is purely out of her mind Her calligraphy stylized with sorrow and regret Forever engraved in the red I ask myself, is she here to stay? One more tally, one more day I hear it makes you feel better Is it only better for now or better forever? She tells me I do not understand She is right. I do not. I am just a man. One day her book came to a close The words in her head heavier than a pen could hold Some slightly wrinkled but, good pages That is what I have I'll read your book aloud Yes, I will do