Native to her mind
She sits in rememberance
Careful not to heed the need to cry
Being strong her only ally

And as time passes
With the aches that continue
She watches the world revolving
Cherishing those little escapades

Life is not to be played around with
Those who hurt outnumber those who don't
Someday the opportunity to release her vent
Will chance upon her
For her turn to seek revenge
Hell's fury will be let loose
And then the war of tirades 
Will begin..



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