She was not in need of saving,
simply understanding,
guardians she had,
demons she had,
loneliness,
sadness,
always felt,
but never understood,
always misinterpreted,
must be some intent,
so she spent,
those days days,
quietly,
hiding that sad away,
for it was,
her best move to play,
in this theater of,
a revolving world.
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