He was nineteen
She was twelve
She didn't want to leave him
By himself
He had used her
She didn't care
It left her best friend
In despair
Her best friend couldn't
Make her see
All she needed
Was to be free
From his grasp
From his curse
From then on
It only got worse
Her body was
His very own toy
And yet she still
Loved the boy
But little did she know
He loved her not
So she left her best friend
Out to rot
She chose him
Over love and care
She couldn't escape
From his nightmare.
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