Her

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Everyone thought she was a angel
But she was far worse than a beast
She put her bloody feet
In her white shoes that were creased

She laid on the cold concrete floor
Except it wasn't grey, it was stained with blood
Blood of her own and her demons that roar

When she cut her wrist in half
Her life she thought wouldn't last
But boy she was wrong
Her life lasted too long

So when she went to the edge
Death awaits, she pledged
She looked below her feet
All she saw was fire and heat

Darkness in her eyes
Red and black in hell she rised
Atlas she couldn't wait
She finally found peace

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This is by far my favorite poem I have written!

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