Only twenty-one

Still a baby to many,

Lost herself in drugs and fun

Now begging for a penny.

 

Born with a silver spoon

Irony would thank her,

Now her chandelier is the moon

The princess has fallen.

 

Her liqueur was once free

But cost her life,

She called out for God

He was nothing but a lie.

 

A generation cursed at

Beaten down,

Gave up their safety

For the chance of a crown.

 

(By Lauren Reeves)

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