A troubled child, split amongst herself,

A ravenous alter with dastardly plans,

A fragmented mind and troublesome past,

A troubled child with no control,

An innocent soul with blurred memories,

A dissociated identity, together, yet apart.


A worried soul from that moment on,

A found escape, or a fabricated delusion?


No one will ever know.

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