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Well, this certainly hadn't turned out as planned
the gun in her hand
cold and tasting already like blood
which is fitting for that is, after all, its purpose,
to spill blood while in her mind
she flew back in time
to when she was a little girl
the twinkle in her father's eyes
his only child it was no surprise
she was the center of the universe 
with only the occassional
twinge of guilt
for her brother who was not her father's son
when he took the brunt of the betrayal
inside she gloated while he was slapped and pummeled
and she held the whole world inside her hands
a beautiful world with snow covered peaks
the people all healthy with rose colored cheeks
while war raged all around her and millions of people
as real as she
went up in smoke
while she laughed and joked
she was unaffected
safe in her world with her planets orbiting all around her
predictable and unwavering
savoring
the sweet chocolate as it melted against her tongue
while black-out curtains were hung
she was safe and warm and the future held such hope,
such a beautiful girl, how it warped her to be told and told,
she knew she would never grow old
and life would be perfect in her universe she created
in her mind,
but somehow things got twisted
when that family friend visited,
a doting uncle type, she felt the way he watched her
was only to be expected
but suddenly every thing changed
as he threw his princess down
ripped her little gown
and stole from her both her viginity
and her sanity;
innocent child never spoke
of it, never woke
from it
her nightmare buried deep as she plastered on
her model's fake smile
all the while
slipping, slipping,
this earth shattering agression
followed by repression and

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