A writer who let go of her pen
Lost her heart and will never write again
The sea of fire engulf her
Her visions slowly became blur
Slowly she's been eaten by this world's thinking
The world she made is now disappearing
Her uniqueness is gone
Now she's the same as everyone
The shackles are holding her tighter than before
Both her wrist sore
Her heart starts to wither
That's when she died as a writer
©lashitra
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