Lost Mind

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She had traveled far from that alley
Searching for asylum
She had been locked up for so long
At least that's what she told him

She slept with one eye open
But the chanting still remained
Losing count of all her victims
Recounting to keep herself sane

He could see what he had done
The monster he created
Yet she was no Frankenstein
Still, she had been baited

It was time to let this go
Wreak havoc on the world
And as she stumbled into darkness
She regretted who she was

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