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I'm stuck, wanting to scream yet not being able to.
I'm stuck wanting to talk but not wanting to bother
The one and only person I can trust, the one and only
Person who means anything to me.
I'm stuck in this house, a prison that doesn't let me be
A place where I no longer feel at home, where I am an outcast.
I'm stuck wondering what this life has to offer and why
All these things have happened to me the way they have...
I'm stuck searching for a way out that I'm told is there
Yet I'm never shown the way.
I'm groping blindly in a dark room, seething with
A hatred I don't understand and don't want
But cannot get rid of.
I'm stuck wishing there was a way out
Wishing there was somebody out there I could tell without feeling
Like the burden I know I am.
There is a soul out there who can free me
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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