Gone
A betrothed daughter of Lucifer
A child of innocent and kind
That is who I am
A shadow I so long to come from
A warmth I want to feel
The smiles and tears are fake yet from the heart
A chapter closed
Looking at the mirror I can't see
Trying to hold a hand of steel
Trying to understand a book I have read 100o times
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