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He asked, "my dear"
If I would fear
To tell again my fright
Or if perhaps
That I would lapse
When telling of my sight
A pill to calm
My raging psalm
To preach of abused right
A life controlled
By what he told
A puppet of delight
For I am mad
From what he’s said
And thrown me in the light
A mental trait
Controls my fate
He is my life’s playwright
With one wrong word
That is forewarned
He’ll have my life tonight
No one will hear
My crying fear
It’s just a fading sound bite




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pineappler03This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 9:45 pm
This is amazing!!! I love the rythm in each stanza, and every setences is just drenched in story, yet somewhat suspense. Amazing job!
 
missfloetryThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Aug. 29 at 7:36 pm
THIS NEEDS MORE LIKES GIRL!!!
 
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