You're never mad for the reason you think you are...

She did not expect it would flash this bright,
every other day;
barely do they bring the least delight,
pain being felt so strong ; choked.

All the mistakes, she helped this life to commit,
when desire once ripped apart the special bonds;
but now out of pain, she is numb,
she silently cries, ‘pull me out if you can!’

All the mistakes, her life or fate?
she doesn’t regret but still it hurts;
When the waves break, why did she hesitate?
Then why these accusing voices, these excusing thoughts?

Without the hate in her torn heart;
the gate of new beginnings opens slowly,
so meet her halfway or go;
because she can only speculate on where these feelings came from.

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