Pathetic

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Eyes reflect, pain inside

Tears pouring out

And its without a doubt

That she died a little inside

But as time progress 

More the demon shown

Illuminating grown

colors. True to its own mess

The demon manipulates 

Never satisfied

Always needing to lie

to its self, never feeling all too great

How dare that creature

Attempt to control her

It just can't concur

As her as a keeper

It isn't apologetic

having too much pride

But the creature just can't hide

How its truly, pathetic 

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