Just imagine 

A girl that lived her life to the fullest. Who seemed so perfect and beautiful. On the outside she was fine.Gorgeous. Amazing. Original. But on the inside she was dying. On the inside she was a monster. She held her darkest secrets and her deadliest thoughts close to her heart. No one knew, years passed, and gradually she sealed up her heart and withdrew into herself.

She became nothing more than a puppet to those pulling the strings, unknowingly she was wrapping them around her fingers. Slowly one by one they fell and became her pets, doing as she told them too. As she created her own garden of Eden she made them int her perfect little slaves and she became a God. She laughed joyously. "After all" she laughs.
"Why settle for Queen when I can be a God" she says with a menacing grin.
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