Wrung out so oft in love
So jilted she lies in pain
Remains of her wreckage, in ruins they lay
Since ages, unwilling to recover to sane

Her senses lose all sensitivity
Voluntarily open to none
She lashes against her own in vain
As her heart goes out to one

She has lost her count on chances
Still, chance, she doles out one
A chance at collecting her pieces
A chance at being herself

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