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𝖂hy do we want what is 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔟𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫?
As if the taste of 'bad' is sweeter
An angel sitting still, wings are ridden,
Innocent, small, and weaker
She gave him trust and her compassion,
As for him, he gave her neither
Instead he ripped her wings apart
And he showed her his true evil.
He clipped them off before she flew
So she couldn't fly and leave him.
He put her in a rusty vintage cage restricted
Because he wouldn't leave her
When she left,
Living in her blooming world in blue
Learning what to believe in
She was killed before he died
He was free within his own confines
He smiled without a reason
Laughing to the day,
Til the night he lied beneath them.
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Dedicated to a friend I used to know.
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