May I be of service to unload the burden upon your shoulders
For I believe we were separated by highly unstable boulders
Like sand caster, it was within their plans to mould us
Our love was strong, and yet was shaken by the apparent truth they told us
We laughed with them, while they were contemplating to break us
We were of value, but too brittle, so they broke us
Now when we pass by, they scold us
Asking about our 'wellbeing', consistently mocking us
For they have succeeded, we have become what they wanted of us
To be continued...
©infinitee
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