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| A poet of poetry she was Inking truths blurred by lies Wanted to write the best To have mattered in someones eyes A seer of prophets She foretold her destiny Never did she see her own mess One of deception and insecurity A believer of beliefs Living the best she new how Relieving everyone elses grief Instead of living for herself She was what she never admitted A demon with intent to suffer |
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