How far would she go?
She has taken every blow.
Alone and cold,
Not with a heart of gold.
Evil in her eyes and blackness in her soul,
Oh, she would touch, touch badly
Feel, feel hardly but only physically
Her soul was lost, never wanting to be found,
Now she was happy not being in the ground.
This is how it was meant to be
This is how, she thought : "It will be"
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