Once there was a lady with a cloak soaked red
Her hands stained from the blood she had bled
Wandering around for so many centuries
Against her, a million enemies
Suffering never-ending pain
Life binds to her like a chain
Seeing loved ones come and go
Her soul has since long lost her happy glow
Miserable and longing to break free
To get the rest she deserves you see
For she has lived for centuries
More than enough living for her, enough to create a million documentaries
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PoetryHer words were laced with hidden meanings. 1ST PLACE WINNER OF THE CAR AWARDS 2017 start: 3/3/2017 COVER ART: KELOGSLOOPS 2022 Edit: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES (+MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM!) I...
