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I have a story that only I can tell It's the story of a girl and how she went to hell. She thought the world was nice just like her mommy said But then she met a man and wished that she were dead. The man seemed very nice and told her nice things he tricked her into pain She became a puppet ruled by his strings. Sometimes she'd tell him to stop so they could play But he would always tell her That this was his favorite game. She didn't understand how he'd be so nice then so mean she was falling apart at the seams. The bruises too many The tears too much She wanted to die but could never do such. She looked at the trees and fell in love with their grace, She looked to the flames and learned how to feel safe The older she got the less things grew worse but the memories weren't forgot and the pain was only hers.