Misheard
A troubled child, split amongst herself,
A ravenous alter with dastardly plans,
A fragmented mind and troublesome past,
A troubled child with no control,
An innocent soul with blurred memories,
A dissociated identity, together, yet apart.
A worried soul from that moment on,
A found escape, or a fabricated delusion?
No one will ever know.
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