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Fate’s Toy

Every new hit brings back the pain
Every new wound brings back the strain
Through the wounds ooze anger and hate
There’s no bandage that would abate
It flows freely and will not slow
Peace upon her Fate won’t bestow
For like them all she will soon break
For only so much can she take


The scars within her run so deep
The memories seared she must keep
She is breaking a little more with each day
Under the weight of it all she does sway
Keeping up this fight leaves her drained
Losing all the ground she once had gained
But the facade each day she must maintain
All is well and happiness she will feign