Amity Willows Biography

I walk alone,
No one to guide me,
I run alone,
From night that smothers.
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I will take my own path,
I will find my peace at last,
I will take my army and knock,
Knock on troubles door,
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A roaring river cuts through the land,
The river thins down at the bend,
the bend where I would play as a child,
And where now I stop to rest awhile.
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Everyday I am forced to sell,
Fast food in this fast food hell,
Greasy burgers with ingredients unknown,
I’m behind the grimy counter, all alone.
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Painted lips so red,
Skin so very pale,
So silent, almost dead,
And yes, she is real.
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