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True loves first bile, was consumed even though it was not sweet,
It altered who I was, and friends became harder to greet.

A knife in my back digs all the way to my bones,
I was told words never hurt, too bad they became stones.

My eyes were made to see an angel of perfection
All she was though was a witch of deception.

It was loves lance that struck me in the chest,
The pain of it laid my soul to rest.

So there I was a mindless automaton,
Trying to march on, and on.

How can I walk though when she stole my heart?
But still I tried to march, but never made it past start.

She said "How are you supposed to win if you will not go?"
I said "How can I move when you took everything I know?"

"You are a failure, and you never even tried,"
"I just wish that you would have died."

Now the witch shows herself, and now I rally against her,
How can I win when all she did was conquer?

I became her agent, and she became my manager,
But I will keep fighting, for this I am sure.