A one would see themself a lie. They’d been a coward—now they die. This girl had bled her brightest heart. Each every giving to her art. That person wouldn’t see to live another day without some shiv. Reminders of what they did steal, for pain they’d made was mighty real. It was a one who gave it all and channeled from her family tall. The one who’d been cast out in shame and kept on playing some old game. It wasn’t something she could stop because her soul did break the clock. She’d felt them forward all through time—the devil found their mark most blind. They’d taken everything she gave and used it in the cruelest ways. She wanted nothing but to be—touched once more by her old glee.
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