Her exploitation


It wasn't the thorns that pricked her,
It were those flowers.
It wasn't the storm which shook her,
It were those waters.
It wasn't the curses which broke her,
It was that love.
It wasn't the words which tore her,
It was the silence.
It wasn't the ailment which weakened her,
It was the richness.
It wasn't the fake promise which sulked her,
It was the truth.
It wasn't the world which expoilted her,
It was she herself!

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