All love her, they used me
A face of Aphrodite shined over her
I was cursed with ugly Cruella Devil
Overwhelmed is she, I was insecure
Accompanying her was a delight
Looking at me was a disaster
Treated me more than trash
Anger was dominant than love
Understanding them kills me
Angel was depraved, devil was just born
She was loved by everyone
But I never did and will never will
Insecurities became more rude
I slowly chopped her into pieces that beauty can never hold her anymore
Letting her feel the pain
Looking at her suffering gives the real meaning of victory.
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