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The person that I killed over again
Night after night, the supper offered me
Was not a person: I was told this then,
And with each conversation, I believed.
The girl's determination passed my own,
The weapons that she used grew stronger still
And yet could not unseat me from my throne
Nor keep herself from falling, body chill.
A doll! She bleeds, she barely understands
That I will truly kill her with these hands,
And though she runs away, it's not to leave—
Was I to blame for all that I believed?
She turns to me, a human in her eyes.
She lives, and everything within me dies.