Oh, what does thou wish for me?
A destiny to be damned of true happiness?
I think to cry... but the tears... they do not fall. They but drip from my
broken heart, and seep through my skin to display my loving weakness.

Loneliness is thy only companion, and love a bitter enemy. Weary is thy cry
for help, in this battle that leaves me bleeding and broken.

Beauty becomes a tattered image unto which I may never glance upon, and
happiness is but a heartbeat away...a heartbeat that shall never come to
pass in this lifeless girl of rebellion.

Smile broken, and thoughts so hollow, I beg of thee to look away... from
this shattered portrait of a girl, painted by her own indignant hand.
 
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