She is an outcast.
She is so cold.
She knows hatred.
You can tell from her soul.
She loved ice-cream
She loved to dance.
She loved music.
She never had a chance.
First female president.
Ambitions to high.
She gave up on everything.
When she watched him die.
Things she lost in the fire.
Love and what she knew.
She doesn’t think anymore.
Her body just says do.
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