With her head in her scars Ava studies her palm
 

As she waits on the window seat
Pebble thrown overarm
Her face is stark in alarm
She says, “What do you want from me?"
I said
Why'd you take it as final when you're starting to spiral
Girl, why can't you see?
You know I know you can do it
And I'll help you get through this
Whether it's
Once or twice or again
Again, no

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