Half the year is gone,
in between smiles and tears,
Half the time I had to be better,
wasted on a bad apple smear.
It feels like waking up from a nightmare,
where I was fed ice cream here and there,
to keep me kinda happy as a blind mare,
but there was nothing more than abuse there.
I saw it as a princess dream at the beginning,
but it was tainted by trauma and evilness,
waking up with a smile because every day is a new beginning,
without a monster's cruelness.
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