This world it has stolen,
My heart,
From me,
It is the thief,
That destroyed,
My purity,
It has ruined my chances,
Of true loves reality,
Is had torn me apart,
Leaving me empty,
Just a shell.
I am hollow.
I am fine and well,
Standing before you,
I smile,
Loves is not the monster,
That destroyed me,
All the while.
But something much more,
Turned me into this thing,
That I am,
But I will never tell,
Because,
I never can.
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