She told me that if she was anything She was a desperate attempt Of a human life form She told me that she never felt sanity Never felt normal But she told me that her desperation Was just because she wanted to fit in It wasn't her fault She was the daughter of the guardian 'I just want my story to be told, Truthfully indeed,' She said to me, as I sipped my tea 'Truthful, I can try, But honey, story telling is based on lies,' I smiled as I finished my brew And walked out planning the death of you.
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