Thee were not meant to shadow the rules,

suppressing thyself is of horribly cruel;

Twas thee that trampled the affectionate light,

swollen pales peer brandished by waves in tide,

spindled cheeks appear churlish beneath deteriorating cries;

When the soul beckons to weep,

there echoes no sound to peep,

reasoning rest on belief,

tragedy as one cannot impugn relief;

Severed mind willingly vacant,

plucked heart meaningful semblance,

ever brilliant spirit sees not true behind self-poisoning stunt.

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