When she was a young girl,
She thought she could outrun the world.
Until the world became the curse that would later make her hurl.
Well surrounded as a kid, she chased her dreams.
Spreading joy and peace were her schemes.
She would not of imagined that later on she would hear some screams.
Caring, gentle, and humble she was.
To her, to him, and to me.
Sadly, it was not meant to be.
As years went by, life made her tense.
Something must of caused this rage.
Or maybe she simply lost all moral sense.
Neglecting, selfish, and manipulative she has now become.
Her once gentle heart has now gone numb.
We are all people that she views as scum.
There is a an unknown reason as to why she turned out that way.
And I doubt she simply just likes to torment her prey.
oh, how I wish I could meet her half way.
Still, a part of me just wants to make her pay.
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