Once sweet and innocent,
now demented and alone.
Chained to what she once thought was home.
Once loved now hated.
Lies are all she hears.
Death is all she fears.
Wanting to go home,
but she'll always be alone.
She sits alone slowly fading.
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Tyrannical Poems
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Tyrannical
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Heartbreak, Baby, is half the fun. You bring the bullets. I'll bring the gun.
