I couldn't find a better title for this, and this poem isn't very good, but it's my rough draft. I will edit it later on and re-post it as a better version.
A misty shadow
From above the grave
To forever enter her destiny
Of a slave
A slave of acceptance
Forgiveness
and hope
A place she may reach
The top of the steep slope
The waking twilight
From beyond her gaze
And there begins her future
All but a haze
Hazy dreams
and hazy lies
To fall the beginning of a battle
In which no body can survive
The dawn falls,
slowly rises
In which she despises
Her faith slowly following
for weeks upon days.
See, it isn't the greatest, but I am young and there for have a lot more to learn about the world and litterateur. If you haven't figured out what is means, it's about me, and how every one has all these huge expectations of me and I don't know if I can reach them, and I don't want to fail every one.
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