Glowing minds of the innocent,
That roam the halls without care.
Believing that nothing is wrong
And no trouble is near.
The corrupted mind takes over
As reality swoops down low haunting the troubled her.
She roams the halls with caution and care.
Protecting what is broken but still beating.
It nearly kills her but she pushes through the only weakness,
that she never knew was hers.
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