How many times
Must I be bound in shackles
Forced to confine
To the standards you define
Breaking free impossible
What am I?
Nothing more than a blonde doll?
Or is there more to this than what is seen by my eyes?
Wounded beyond the healing of time
Salvation impossible
Screaming, crying, shouting out
'Let me go'
Soul deprived of freedom in drought
What horrible fate could have brought this about?
Let me go, let me go, someone save my tortured soul
-Alice
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Another Tragic Story
PoesíaA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
