I still don't understand though
So its a random whatever,
I tried to use both vein and vain.
So it might not be what you are looking for
But oh! well,
Here it goes:
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It might have etched more into her,
More then she let on.

It might have turned itself like a disease.
An addiction, you cant undo willingly.
Not deadly, at first
but leaving
such a distaste in the mouth
How you have to vomit it all out.
But it has already,
begun slithering inside
growing into a monstrous sight.

It might have been, fun and sappy
at the start.
but slowly it became,
A scene she can't see; unsee.
A scene making up, half her reality.

It might have seeped more into her,
More then she let on,
Or maybe it was always there
Like the blood flowing through the veins.
Like the breath we take.
But now she hates it , doesn't she?
All of it , her emotions
And thrill, and butterflies.
All that was invested,
In this meaningless quest.
All of her, that was spent in vain.
And by what?
A tragedy, dressed up as human.
In the blink of an eye,
Her everything was destroyed.
Now love, for her,
screams bloody tears,
And not a path of joy.

It might have etched more into her,
More then she let on.
But now,
No more
And so,
She goes, stone cold.

















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