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VICISSITUDE
An antisocial one, 
enclosed by fake people 
That stab from behind.
Struggling to breathe,
But pay her no mind.

They made her insecure
They made her feel like shit.
They made her everything she was afraid to be.
Furthermore, they created the demons,
They threw her into the dark sea.

Scream after scream
tears followed by lost dream,
And they found her lying there 
So far from the gleam.

Frozen and pale like a rainy day
surrounded by dark clouds 
So far from the ray.

They say it's a Suicide,
When it's a Murder.
When they gave her the metal
And taught her how to pull the trigger.
© Tђєє ⓞrเginɑl🩸