Piece By Piece
Piece by Piece
With many talents that she can be.
Just like an open flower that came from a seed.
The mind can take you to many wondrous places.
Some lead to death, some lead to heavens graces.
Music tunes she love to hear.
Bright full colors she see everywhere.
Its like her mind is in a spell.
She is lost inside a different type of Hell.
If this is a bad trip she must wake up.
She is having to much fun with this creepy stuff.
All these links mean something.
Piece by piece soon she will know what they mean..
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