Control is not love
She never deserved this, The lies or the pain, Her ribs reveal bruises, She whispers her plea, Shut up Ann Marie! CRASH. Your're a Whore Ann Marie! SLAM! An angel in our hearts, the dark pain has ceased, Her belongings tainted, Grey stone in a field, He controlled her He used her and now we had to loose her.
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