Fate licked the knife of betrayal
While looking for a fight.
We never knew when to expect it
But it always happens at night.
They said she’s always angry
Filled with all this hate.
Discontent makes her feel alive
My god, she dislikes to wait.
Feeling fresh and clean one day
She decides to take a stroll
In the neighborhood of the internet
She always finds a troll.
Tell me again that life wavers
How it fills an empty cup.
Has she found the power within herself
To lift herself back up?
Josephine Ranes 
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