The Truth: Beauty and the Beast
There once was vicious Beast,
who lived in a castle due east.
With a fang-filled grin,
he watched someone break in.
The girl named Belle,
was thrown in a cell.
She suffered abuse,
she tried to break loose.
She accepted her fate,
and went on a date.
He had her fooled,
it was Belle he ruled.
She was saved too late,
she did not hate.
They wanted her home,
but she had Stockholm syndrome.
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