See them pointing at a whithered flower, will it ever BREATHE again,
Cindy is a w.hore, and no one cares,
Born without a silver spoon, life is so hard,
Raised as an orphan, no one shows you love,
Raped by her uncle, its so hard to live on,
So she took to the streets, tears dropping in a cold world,
Who can save a dying dream,
Or who can raise a forgotten hope,
The lonely struggles of survival, life is full of carnivores,
Now Cindy is all grown up, with the beauty of a queen,
The kings want her in bed,
And the lords ravish her body,
Highly intellectual, Cindy isn't an ordinary w.hore,
For a brief moment, life is full of fun,
Touching the highest places, luxury is intoxicating,
But it all ends soon, as she catches the virus,
The doctors say she dies soon,
But Cindy didn't cry,
For even death cannot scare a heart,
That died, a long time ago,
Life is fading, and eyes are closing,
Deserted by everyone, and even her own beauty,
Hear her cold heart bleeding, tell me who decides our fate,
Till the dying moment, Cindy never knew no love,
A little love, a little care matters,
But life is so cold,
And she remains a w.hore, even after death,
So they point as they stare, at a whithered flower,
Will it ever BREATHE again.

Hmmm

Hmmm

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