Gone Bad

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She sways her hips, basks in the rain. 

Her tears blend in, and go down the drain.

She's dancing, she's swinging,

She's shaking, and singing. 

Is she happy? Or Sad?

A beautiful dilemma gone bad. 

 

She walks, she runs.

She's a caged butterfly, craving for fun.

She wants to wander, to be free.

To a world she fears she'll never see.

She trapped and it's driving her mad.

A beautiful dilemma gone bad.

 

She's fierce, she determined.

But her wounds are known, and she's hurting.

Her soul is driven by want.

The rain mocks, fights, and taunts.

She's fights within herself, feeling none too glad

For a beautiful dilemma that has surely gone bad.

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