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A mind so innocent

Corrupted

But the feeling so magnificent

A mind so confused

Used

And flat out abused

It did not feel

What it was supposed to

It all became too unreal

Emotions shoved away

Masked with anger and hate

They always felt justified

It were the emotions that lied

Those little hands were tied

Manipulated by the obscene

A corrupted mind

Didn't exactly want them to be free

A mind, once innocent

Was lured into a darkness

It all started in that basement

Where the emotions were too much to harness