They wish you well, but not free.
Soft smiles mask chains invisibly tied.
Their kindness blooms with serrated grace, Yet flowers of venom thread their lace.
Your mind, a lantern in their storm,
Mocking the dark with quiet form.
You hear their clap, a hollow sound.
Your laughter soared where none were bound.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 2:47 AM UTC
They wish you well, but not free.
Soft smiles mask chains invisibly tied.
Their kindness blooms with serrated grace, Yet flowers of venom thread their lace.
Your mind, a lantern in their storm,
Mocking the dark with quiet form.
You hear their clap, a hollow sound.
Your laughter soared where none were bound.
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