Her heart was squared-off
Her will was a solid wall
Equally for and against herself
She couldn’t disguise
And went on eating rotten apples
Waiting for her Steve to return
What is suffering anyway
If it won’t matter how much
You suffered if not for the love
Of some Steve with the pure
Piety of a child
So tears come swiftly to you
Watching her die
But she is not crying at all
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