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a mansion
big and tall
surrounded by miles of evergreens
lightning flashes every dusk
steel gate guarding the grounds
i go here every night
i spy a young female
sitting in the center of the palace
her wrists flooded with crimsion red
a slice of glass at her side
with her blood stained
her tears are dried
resting on her cheeks
no ear can hear her
no eye can spot her
but still
all people despise her
they judge on
what they see
not what they know
so she sits
alone
slowly
surely
growing heavilly asleep
she dies alone
with no one to care
or see
or love.....