W.R. < S.S.

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I feel like I have a secret

a secret that I can only barely see

where I am a serpent

slithering into people's lives

wrapping around the innocence

taking the air out of their lungs

slowly seeing that innocence fade from their eyes

and I just continue

thinking that im not in the wrong

while my trail is clearly there

and I stopped

and I looked myself in the mirror

and i started seeing the scales under my skin

and I had to look back at my trail

and see what i've done

and now I have to question who I am

am I this innocent White Rose

or am I the Sly Serpent that lies beneath it. 

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