55. Compassion

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I was just a cold-hearted girl
living in a world of fury,
wanting nothing more
than glory.

I was just a cold-hearted girl
brewing in misery,
life was unfair
and dreary.

I was just a cold-hearted girl
wary of tomorrow,
today was a struggle
of griefs and sorrow.

I was just a cold-hearted girl
until your warmth hit me,
your lips drinking my venom
like a bottle of sherry.

And then I was just a girl
with so much love to give,
what you had breathed into me
no amount of hate could live.

Perhaps it's why
when I walk down the streets
people see in me compassion,
but only you and I know
it's derivative passion.

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