She thought she'd be a protagonist
When the agony of tragedies and hopes
Found home in her bloodstreams
Laid as a side character in a eyes of the world
Which barely had anything to do
With the scared story
A reality weaved by muggles
A refused truth
Of a fortress
Standing still and quiet
Between a vast dark forest
That no one dared to adore
Little did they know
She wasnt in the story
But a Story itself
A protagonist tht doesn't end
On the opinions of critics
A protagonist stands as protagonist
Ruling all the rage within
If anyone unsee her force
That is on the reader
May 4, 2024
May 4, 2024 at 3:02 AM UTC
She thought she'd be a protagonist
When the agony of tragedies and hopes
Found home in her bloodstreams
Laid as a side character in a eyes of the world
Which barely had anything to do
With the scared story
A reality weaved by muggles
A refused truth
Of a fortress
Standing still and quiet
Between a vast dark forest
That no one dared to adore
Little did they know
She wasnt in the story
But a Story itself
A protagonist tht doesn't end
On the opinions of critics
A protagonist stands as protagonist
Ruling all the rage within
If anyone unsee her force
That is on the reader
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