-Chapter Two-

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        She was like a maniac
        A trouble in her brain
        It was a wise decision to stay inside
        That day
        As it had started to rain

        It fell from the sky
        Like water from a sink
        First it comes heavy
        Then it starts to leak

        Blood ran cold
        And blood ran down
        Down the faucet sink
        Unable to be found

        She turned off the sink
        Creek, crack
        Blood stained her hands
        And blood stained her back

        The lady turned around
        Face grimace like a traitor
        She opened my palm,
        Tossed out some candy,
        "Save these for later"

       

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