Kill the lights
Dripping silence across this floor
my maker is rapping at the door
locked inside a steel cold cage
they have no idea your love is fake
what happens to a family
who doesn't believe
what happens when she runs away
What happens when she finally leaves
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Gabrielle Hanna
My writing may seem dark however, I assure you I'm fine. It is because of writing that I get all of the bad out. My story is simple and I will surprise you.
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