Like a gentle lamp she was,
Before you changed her
Into the demon she is.
It started slowly and out of nowhere,
It developed into something irreversible.

How did it start? was the question
People around were eager to know.
It started with your cunning nature
And greed which lives in your heart.
You wanted nothing for the poor girl
Except evil and deceitful plans.
What did she do to wrong you?
Was the question no one
seems to ask,
She never wronged you
And that you know.

And now you wanted her back,
To go back to her normal self,
But you never realized you have planted a hatred seed which you have,
Towards someone else into her
And she feels she needs to grow, water and reap its fruit.

But why? You ask yourself, does an innocent being deserves this? You ask again,
And you later realized that it was surely the hate you give and not the love you should have given.

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