PhReAk

      
        Her clothes black,
	Her lips as well,
	They say she's off track,
	She pretends to be obsessed with hell.
	
	Her thick black eyeliner,
	Veils her inner anxieties,
	Her face she strives to keep pale,
	Preventing any emotional action.

	Her attempts to escape from reality,
	Compel her to the malicious world,
	She desires, to induce attention.
	Not one, ventures to understand

	Her heart recognizes this evil,
	Her mind, seeking attention,
	She seals, the passion of her heart,
	For the repulsive, looks of others

	Her chaste soul, corrupted by society
	Her warm breath no more,
	She thought she wanted celebrity,
	She just needed someone to care for.                          

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