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Jan 2014
She came from a different world;
Got plugged into the darkness;
Walked down empty streets;
Lined with soulless houses;
Her heart was like a toolbox;
And her soul was like a doctor;
And as she tried to fix every broken mind;
She began to drown in their troubled water;
To her every action had a meaning;
And every person, like domino's;
She tried to reset all the pieces;
And to find out where they go;
She saw everyone as victims;
Of broken families, abusive dads;
And tried to be the perfect keeper;
The savior she never had;
Until the demons smelt her weakness;
To put any soul before her own;
So they began to feed off her;
Knowing she couldn't say no;
His smile was appealing;
There was evil in his eyes;
But he spun her his sad story;
He spun the perfect lie;
As she watched him sinking deeper;
She couldn't keep up on what was sent;
But what she didn't realize;
Is he was perfectly contempt;
He used her and abused her;
As the drugs consumed his soul;
Still she prayed for the light behind his eyes;
She prayed for the heart he had sold;
He fed from her and took her light;
Never caring, never did;
Took all she had, everything he could take;
Everything that she could give;
He walks off and he's laughing;
While she's barely left to function;
Cries her self to sleep at night;
So she'll drain out all emotion;
She's convinced that she can fix them;
Be the savior she never had;
But not everyone is burdened;
By the demons that drive her mad;
Scraping at her ****** heels;
The shadows claw her heart;
She's given up on running;
"Let them drain me, I play my part"
She walks down the damaged sidewalks;
And looks for sadness slaves;
But she doesn't see not everyone's a victim;
And not everyone can be saved…
Written by
Courtney Micaela Schipper  Pretoria
(Pretoria)   
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