'2018' 'Abuse' 'toxic relationships’
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Days are cold
Nights are long
Not as bold
As the morning gong
Through the path
Lost in the mess
Of the crazy psychopath
A small step forward
A little too close
Beautiful rose admired
Not like most
I may see
The dark side
But to what degree?
She wanted to be like them
The ones with all the men
With soft pink cheeks
Instead, she was one of the geeks
She had brains and wits
