Soul
She had a warm soul
But the monster had claimed her, mutilated her
Captured her heart and broke it
She had a warm soul
The girl found herself frozen in self-hate and depression
The monster did this
Her arms full of scars, her heart full of broken glass
Her mind full of rage, her body full of his poison
She had a warm soul
Her mind his from reality
The sun soon came out, she had no need for that beast
She had a cold soul
He claimed she was a monster
She played with his heart
This monster had no remorse
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