Victim(s)

Poem

Yeah, I did it.

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I was sure that you would discover, so I hid it.

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Under the stairs, where our secrets lie.

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You made me cry, but I made you cry as well.

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Why?

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Did you make me do it?

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Go through with it?

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You made my hand cut it as you guided it with your,

Gilded heart. A graven image.

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It beat so golden,

I had to hold it in,

my hand.

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As the blows landed,

I demanded you answer me.

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Finally!

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Tell me the truth.

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Set me free.

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Reviewed works:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/x8xgyh/comment/inmf5jc/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

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Posted Sep 8, 2022, 6:42 PM UTC

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