Wings of many sins, she is not an angel.

Burnt her flawless skin, saved her lover from hell.

Thrown into a bin, now she wants to rebel.

Fool as she has always been, no way out from the hotel.

Went to her next of kin, found herself trapped in a cell.

All she ever wanted was to scream, yet she can’t yell.

Her heart is made of a fragile fin, she couldn’t curse the spell.

Full of sad scene, there’s always a story to tell.

That one night when she overthink, it rang someone’s bell.

If it is what it seems, about time life treats her well.

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