A girl watches me sleep,
She screams when I weep.
The shadows hide her soul,
Where she was bashed with a pole.

This girl is standing beside me,
Whispering things that make me free.
She moves my fan,
Creates a new plan.

She brings others into my house.
As quiet as a mouse.
Do not disturb the things she does,
For you will end up in a buzz.

She drugs you in your sleep,
Pierces your skin in defeat.
The lady I speak of,
Was no more than a dove.

She was a girl that was scared,
Broken when no one cared.
No one would let her be,
That girl was me.

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