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Chaotic Flight; Emotionless Struggle
My wings have been clipped; my path’s been chosen,
Yet each morn’ I wake still smiling at you.
By now, you’d think that I would be broken,
Crying to myself for what I can’t do.
It’s true, you cut me down when I stand tall.
The repression is oft too much to bear.
But what do I know, I’m merely a doll,
Looking back at you with that same blank stare.
Emotions escape me, they always have.
Decisions I’ve made don’t get followed through.
The secrets I’ll take with me to the grave,
More numerous than what I’ve told to you.
