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Look what you’ve done,

with your anger.

You’ve painted a darkened picture,

upon my arm.

You wouldn’t let me get away,

I was trapped,

I couldn’t run,

but I tried.

So you grabbed me,

twisted my arm,

and made me look into your eyes.

Your grip was so tight,

I thought you’d crush me.

I couldn’t tell anyone,

I was too scared,

so I lied.

I wanted you to die.

So I wouldn’t have to worry anymore,

about you and your twisted lies.



~*~ Jill ~*~