For Better or For Worse?

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I killed a girl I used to know,

tied her up and locked her in her mind,

beat her until her eyes changed from grey to blue.

I slowly poisoned bits of her,

gradually dragging parts of her towards obscurity.

I took everything that molded her

and shaped her like clay,

caressing her into something to be proud of.

I killed that girl I used to know,

murdered the girl I used to be. 

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