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Queen of Misery

She wears a crown upon her head, A beautiful crown it is. Bright threads of silver, But studded with thorns. It tears her skin, Yet she wears it gladly. She welcomes the source Of her agony. She can't be saved, She doesn't want to be. But I can't forget.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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