One girl,
Sits on the chair,
Hair flowing so vine,
She touches the mirror with her hand,
She can't see anything,
But yet she can hear everything,
Tears are flowing so harshly,
She puts on the crown of dispair,
Harm will not come to her,
For she is the princess of pain,
and hurting love,
Nothing left for her,
Nothing to live for,
She takes out a dagger,
From the gold drawer,
And plunges it,
Into her black heart,
Her lips part,
As she gives out a sigh,
Once again,
Renited with her true love's past....
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