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Her scar fades with her soul,
night ticks away,
and her cold, darkened gaze,
never to see day,
Where there stands a couraged angel,
low and behold her gracious tears,
destined to doom, her fallen death,
cradled in her darkest fears,
so many they battle, so many they fall,
but she was never loved at all,
so many they cry, so many they plea,
yet she wallows in self-pity
she had a thirst for glory,
lost the game,
wreckless and lonely,
traded life for fame
so many they battle, so many they fall,
but she was never loved at all,
so many they cry, so many they plea,
yet she wallows in self-pity
life would never give her luck,
broken down, she gave it up
as if she hadn’t gave it enough,
too late, she’s given up.
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