Running in circles,
lost.
Fluttering from one to the next.
It's all too easy.
You play your games, without consequence
for you.
Don't care about possible victims,
as long as you get your way.
Cursed with beauty,
you always seem to get away.
But I won't be trapped and deceived
by the person which I perceive.
I will stand my ground
and remain ever proud.
That I never gave in.
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