Elizabeth DeLucey

December 21, 2002 - Connecticut
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It was a warrior
The one meant for battle
But there was no war being fought
And what is a warrior without a war?
It didnt know the answer
All it knew was anger
All it knew was rage
The never ending pain that entered its soul
It needed the fight
Needed the end
The outlet
Without it, it burned
It burned like the pit
Its inside were tearing themselves apart
They were angry too.
The cells were the worst
Forever running at a faster pace
Faster and Faster until boop it stops
Its all gone
It is gone
We are gone
Gone, Gone, Gon...
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