02 Shawna L.
It didn't always be this way;
I had a heart and a pulse,
in my own body.
But things have changed,
over night it seems.
But I always remembered years of torment,
from this very thing!
I am something different,
then what I was to become.
I'm alone and helpless,
and a prisoner of one.
But I exist!
The pure and good soul,
but trapped and have no reason to fight,
at all.
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