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The heads are devoted to no loyalty.

Helping hands with no good intention.

Never beside, only against.

And she is standing,
In the midst of their chaos,

Thinking that it belongs to her.

A daisy in a garden of roses,
that she believes she is thorny too.

Be it one scar or one thousand cuts,

No amount of water can heal her wounded root.

Untouchable,
Unimaginable.

The odd one out,
Always be the target, to be slain.
To be cut down in vain.

"Please call out my name.",
she whispers.

Railroad to no end,
A universe with no gravity.

Somebody,
Please,

Call out my name,
And save me.

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