DAY 1. PENALTY
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Her Heart filled with Pain,
Eyes reflected fear.
Ended up playing a game of no gain.
Hands trembled and spine shivered.Loving a monster was a mistake,
Crumbled Mind and heartache.
A Suffrage, For that she's Guilty.
Caged, As a penalty.|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜
Poetry🅃🄷🄴 🅂🄲🄴🄽🅃 🄾🄵 🅅🄴🅁🅂🄴🅂 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫. ᴠᴇʀsᴇs ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴛɪᴅᴇs, ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪs ʀɪᴅᴇ. ◾️▪️◾️▪️◾️▪️◾️▪️◾️▪️◾️▪️