She is stolen,
like candy from a child.
No one able to grab her
and keep her safe from the thief.
The thief that once lived in the light,
but went into the dark
into the shadows of hell.
She can come in the night and grab you.
Creeping up beside you to consume you in the middle of the night.
They become a disease of the might.
Controlling your every move.
Making sure you forget,
what you treasure the most.
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She Does Things {ON HOLD}
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