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For him, she was a doll carved out of glass,
Fragile and delicate, a work of art,
He used to keep her close, and handle her with care,
As if he was afraid to lose her, and break her heart.
He loved her beauty and her grace,
The way she shone in the sunlight,
He loved the way she moved and smiled,
The way she brought joy and delight.
But there was a dark side to this love,
A possessiveness that bordered on obsession,
He wanted to control every aspect of her life,
To keep her safe, but also in submission.
For him, she was a possession,
Something to be admired and displayed,
But she was a person, with her own thoughts and feelings,
And she longed to be free, and to find her own way.
So she broke free from his grasp,
And stepped out into the world on her own,
She let go of his suffocating love,
And found the strength to stand alone.
For she was more than just a doll,
Carved out of glass and meant to be admired,
She was a woman, with her own voice and vision,
And she was determined to find her own fire.
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Shattered Dreams and Scarred Pages
PoezieO my unknown friend, These pages hold my heart and soul, The emotions within, my story to unfold. My forgotten songs, once buried deep, Will resurface now, no longer asleep, In the season of pain, they were written, A poet's heart, young and smitten...
