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She wont talk,

And her eyes are just mirrors.

You’ll never know what she’s really feeling.

What you see is just a reflection

Of what you want her to feel;

The emotions you feel she should portray.

And she does,

Because she can.

Because that’s what’s expected of her.

No one really wants to know

It’s far too frightening

To really find out her thoughts.

To delve into her mind-

Would be suicide.

She’s not your friend

As she pretends to be.

And she’s not the angel her appearances hint at.

The girl’s a demon

Lost in her own head

Trapped in the games she created

To amuse herself;

To play with your minds

As you played with hers.

She destroys your perception

Like you destroyed her dreams.

She fucks with your heart

As you fucked her.

Our angel is a demon

Consuming those around her

Because you consumed her innocence.