She remembered a her promises to stay pure,
But then later her parents worked every night
The more she began to give into pleasure,
She finally lost the fight
And gave into the demon...
Lust.
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Misunderstood
PoetryYou could hear it all... The sweet rhythm she made with her violin The banging of the stick to the drums The sound that came were hiccups and screams What happened to them.
