Wednesday, December 7, 2016

A dying princess

A  princess died tonight,

Not one of rich and power and might,

but one who was poor and torn,

She was beautiful despite the scars she wore,

The whole world seemed to hate her.

With every hit her mom gave,

And every blow from her dad,

This princess, my princess,

decided to be dead.

So in her father's study,

she got out a .45 pistol,

she pointed it at her head,

the bullet went in,

and she was dead.

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