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She takes flight.

All the light in those babydoll eyes.

Broken.

Soars away from these hardships.

Tender hands burned.

In this seemingly painless discuise.

Don't leave me in the darkness.

She hides the pain in moonlight.

Soft, shameful sorrow.

Hold my hands.

These cold hands; the key to this prison.

Uncensored judgement.

Carve her brokenheart.

Dead feelings in her soul.

So she takes flight,

From these nightmares.

All the agony the babydoll holds.

Weak.

Drowning slowly.

Even Cinderella gets cold.

-A.F <3

 

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