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Jan 2016
Trapped in this house that I used to call home,
Face to face everyday with my unlikely foes,
"My protectors"...
"Guardian angels"...
"Carers"...
They aren't who they appear to be,
You must look deeper in order to truly see,
For they are nothing but my enemies in disguise,
Forced to peer into their demonic eyes,
To hear all their lies,
"We love you" they say...
"We care for you, just the same as the rest"...
Lies...
All lies...
For they are nothing but my enemies in disguise,
The ones I despise,
Oh how I wish for their demise.
Written by
Harley Quinzel  London
(London)   
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