The rod,pierce into her soul
stamped her soul with silent hatred
She trusted them all
Started from a sip of wine
Down to the corner of her room
Left alone to bleed out the pain
Disrespecting her independence
With horrible violence
A student,on her path to greatness
Her only crime was her beauty
She became mute,even when her mind was as loquacious as a parrot
It was just like a dream
Until the dream became a reality
The reality gave birth to a SCAR
A scar she must loved,care for unconditionally
Because she is now a mother

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