My eyes were bright.
My heart was open.
I dreamt of love.
wished my voice to be heard.
I read some books,
listened to romantic music.
Did not search for a prince
needed an ordinary man.
Began to date.
Met somebody.
My soul was soon gulped by feud.
Began to hate-
myself, world, the universe.
How to be changed
how to start anew.
My eyes were bright
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