The girl opens her incognito tab,
Lulling back to her old days,
She enters the escapeless trap,
Slipping back to her old ways.
She thinks she can hide there,
But she and god both know,
That once again she’ll whisper that prayer,
And break the cycle’s flow.
The shame she keeps shall always haunt her,
For what she once had been is now scarred.
The girl opens her incognito tab.
Learning that ignoring what she now knows,
Is hard.
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Cysper04
Hm, nice poem there.
But yeah that's quite true unfortunately.