To You Darling
She stands there,
Perfect.
No scars,
No bruise.
And no wounds.
She chuckles and chuckles,
Unaware of her effect on an insignificant.
She does not know how she can transform someone from sane to insane,
She does not know her profound beauty,
She has some clue,
But does not really know.
She does not know how someone can want to free themself from her,
She does not understands,
Thats why she laughs and jeers and mocks.
But no-one can blame or condemn her for it,
Afterall,all she sees is someone thats crazy.
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