Her tradegy was beening born
the fate of her life was sad
she grew up whatching her mother beening beaten
saying over and over again don't go back to him
keeping a packet bag in her room just in case
running away in the dead of night
but now she can't stay in one place for too long
so she begs to move but her mother won't saying that she has to learn to
stay in one place for a long time
she took the easy way out
with a slow and beautiful end
she vut the vain that ran all the way up her arm
now she is free but she is not an angel
she is a demon the demon of want and hate
she will come for you when you you feel
no end to the emptyness that is your life
and unlock you pandora's box
so you well feel the hate that she could not project to the world but
on her self instead with her empty heart she lets you feel her pain and then
you go the same way as she did
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