There was a girl who gave too much,
Love and passion were her most lethal curse.
She collected many up her sleeve through time,
But of all this one was the worst.
She found purpose in the happiness of other people,
And then one day she finally snapped.
When the universe took her best friend,
Her enemies made a quick attack.
She held her sword with fire in her eyes,
Her shield became her closest friend.
Her enemies knew her too well,
And their goal was to torture her to the end.
They knew the things that made her tick,
The things that triggered her darkest thoughts.
So they engraved them into the vessels of her brain,
She was so weak she barely fought.
Her eyes were as cold as she was,
And her words burned through your brain.
A broken angel was upon you,
And this was all because of change.
People disappointed her huge heart,
And so she learned that she must stay alone.
Even if that meant the sacrifice of her happiness,
Or being a soul without a home.
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