Fictional Girl

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I did not mean to question

I did not meant to stir

Happy with my life

I tried not to wonder

Every answer spoken

Was never enough for me

I tried to quiet these thoughts

Several times I cried for silence

Going too far, I was cast out

Alone in the forest

A door appeared

Seeking shelter, I went through

People who could not see me

My voice they did not hear

But I found them wonderful

I did not care for

The consequences of this world

My kind thought me crazy

But soon found my words true

We became addicted

The stars faded

Our world died

Inside this new world

Our minds were lost

Something switched off

We became

Vicious

Vicious

I could't stop myself 

Their blood

Precious creators

Their flesh under my nails

Who was that

Who tried to calm me?

Can you see?

Can you hear?

Vicious, vicious

Tell about the shadows

Leave me to starve

Help me, kill me

Sins I've done

Clawing my own flesh

You stopped me

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