Yes, yes, I was a pawn,
I was on the frontline ready to be thrown.
Ever so sad that you took the advantage.
I was a wind-up toy,
Broken and abandoned because of misuse.
Somehow I was mended.
No longer can I be handled,
Agony will come to those who would dare.
The ember within me is starting to burn.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
Yes, yes, I was a pawn,
I was on the frontline ready to be thrown.
Ever so sad that you took the advantage.
I was a wind-up toy,
Broken and abandoned because of misuse.
Somehow I was mended.
No longer can I be handled,
Agony will come to those who would dare.
The ember within me is starting to burn.
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