Jane Doe number one, Jane Doe number two. Anonymous was all she wanted to be. Dead to the world, lost through love, cold and blue, lack of blood running through. Craving the need to be unknown, dying in her mind to not end up like you; you’re just like me.
Worlds collide in her mind, but no face can be placed on who was left in the chalk outline. Keep returning to the scene of the crime, the battles of the two fight, they lie. Crossed and beaten, cursed and cut, shattered and forgotten, they cannot rhyme. Two as one, or maybe one as two, a constant battle waiting for reign over Jane Doe’s mind. Concept of anonymity, lost in transit, unknown doesn’t exist, the world certainly bans it. Left behind a chalk outline of who she used to be, but the rain washed it away, almost immediately.
Jane Doe is me, Jane Doe is you. Fight and win or fight and lose, being anonymous is up to you.
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