Frailty

You may have a thousand reasons to hate her
Maybe a bit more to dislike her somehow.
      But there's a bruised past within her.
Hidden with the scars of fears and tears.
She does possess that self-respect...
To turn back from the cliches of YOU.
                          A girl is born delicate...
    And grow with the thorns of her life...
Hurt and deeply wounded....!!!!
              Secret miseries of her silence......
Never heard the cacophony haunting her
Those demons she conflicts between...!!!!!!!!!                
  Let me caress your life 
             Heal those words that pierce you
And emancipate from the shackles of frailty.

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