The Truth

How can I not hate you all You all live normal Happy lives I'm a victim Of a monster's lies A monster with blue hair Led me to his lair And in return Desecrated my tavern I thought I was free But that monster he... He... He Stole Me And took my liberty I was free Darkened yet happy Now I am taint Brittle dry paint And you have the gall to be happy But it's not your fault You don't know a monster stole me And you never will I don't hate you I envy you all

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