She weaves wicked tales,
As she traps me in her web,
Blocking off all the exits,
And I am here trapped,
Alone, afraid and destitute,
Trying to find a way out of her trickery,
Her disguise, her pretence, her lies,
As she leaves me broken and bruised,
My pain she will use,
To push me into the fiery flames,
Of a hell I thought I had forgotten.
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