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Jun 2013
You expect me to be perfect.
But this I'll never do.

I'm a killer not a queen.
Guess I'll never be you.

I choose to loathe, not love.
Hate you, instead of hear you.

Sweet Immortal? Why bother?
If you only rob her.

Of her soul, of her spirit!
Now you try hearing it.

The pains and the cries
While you just waste and die.

You mortals fall for her.

The girl with the red eyes can always read your mind.

You're blind to her world,
The Lonely Sweet Immortal Girl.
Scarlet Powers-Whitaker
Written by
Scarlet Powers-Whitaker  America
(America)   
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