𝘗𝘖𝘖𝘙𝘓𝘠 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘋 𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘌

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You kidnapped my freely roaming soul,
Locked me up in a place where I could only see
Some phases of the moon, a small part of the sky
The sun did not set on the west.
Halfway did your 'duties', and called it 'love'

I was a poorly bloomed rose and the blame was on me,
For petals fell down each and everyday,
Laid with the earth and decayed behind the eyes
I'm forever stuck with the same blood that runs
In my veins just as yours


A/N: Being your daughter

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