Seldom is the way she cries
Beautiful are all the lies
Rights read to those convicted
Masterpieces of emotions exiled
Blinded senses set to be addicted
Dreams taken upon awakening
Fears that leave her laughing
One hopes when she tries
Memory will tear iron ties
So sorry, So hollow
It's her pride she must swallow
Kindness an unafforded luxury
Fate, a battle she won't follow
No more pain! Are the wretched cries
Branded... onto her golden lies
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