To Indite
She wept and sobbed till her lungs were sore, but not a single soul realised.
Further and further down she sinks, but no one knows yet a single thing.
How much more could she take?
How much more till she's free?
From these chains that bound her down ever so forcibly?
She screamed out loud, with all her might;
No one heard, not one tried.
When comes one who would be, always there no matter what may be?
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