A Dark Soul
I walk in the halls in my style,
long black dress,
a lacy design,
with combat boos,
black of course,
and let's not forget my
skull necklace and ribbon,
I can't leave home without them.
I love to twirl,
to see the dress slice through the air.
No one really pays attention,
but who does when yoru five foot,
and thought of as a witch.
And still I go about my day,
working hard,
with my few close friends,
waitinf for my time to shine.
Never did I expect that to come
with a guy.
Sean Cannon,
the one who flipped this all,
all this I ever cared for,
upside-down
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