MIlla

 She know her way

With triggers and words

And the little things

That can bring pleasure and pain


She can be soft as the sun

Or as cold as the rain

She made me doubt

If I was sane


When sometimes an angel

Or sometimes a deamon

She can come on strong

Then make you feel like

Something is wrong


-x-



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