Jenny was a quiet girl
She never made a sound
She grew up in a violent world
A rag doll, tossed around
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Evil, was his confidant
Darkness, left her door, ajar
Absorbed deeply in his confidence
His behavior, cruel and bazaar
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Her mind became the battlefield
Her heart and soul the prize
Determined she would never yield
His destruction, filled her eyes
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To have her, was his only wish
She found safe, hard, to realize
Her heartbeat was his playlist
He refused to be denied
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A love intense, without his fists
To acquire, he could not imagine
She made him pay for his evil deeds
Sometimes it’s the princess, that slays the dragon
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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