The Queen's Crown

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The blood runs down.

The queen lost her crown.

These scars are red.

No one knows I have bled.

This pain in me.

Dosen't dare to leve.

They laugh at me.

They call me names.

I try to hide my face in shame.

Every were I go

It seems to folow.

It hurts me so.

The tears fall down.

Oh how the queen has lost her crown.

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