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Innocence, so pure and so addictive. Men crave innocence they love it for some reason. Which just makes me realized how fucked up the world is. Innocence is the opposite of what I am. Hell I'm as fucked up as the world is and there is no fixing and no cure for that. What I wish to be in invent? Fuck no! Why would I live in a lie? I am darkness, all that is negative. I can't love myself....I am not a white beautiful rose, I'm the shadow.
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I made this poem that I think is exactly what the main character feels. I do not wish for the poem to be copied. I made it I own it. I mean it could be a bad poem but nonetheless is my bad poem. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!!!
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Innocence is what most men crave
It is what most desire
Innocence as delicate as a fresh white rose
For I, it was darkness that is engraved
So while I grew darker
She was the one admired
For, a white rose was the most beautiful thing seen
It's bright color brought smiles
It's delicacy was an addiction
For, darkness it was the most horrid
It's dark color represents the secrets of the night
It's nothingness was void
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──── ⊹₊♕₊⊹ ──── A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim. He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness. Puppet : ~~~~~~~ He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love? I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before. Puppet Master : ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine. Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine. Ranks:- #1 in review out of 33.8k stories. #2 in awards out of 10.5k stories #3 in alphamale out of 3.22k stories.
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