People say life is like a book
A story that you tell
But no book has the backbone
To carry all these weights

Nobody ever told her, not even once
That life is not a book which story that you tell
It is a story where you are the character
A puppet controlled by the author

She tries to set herself free
Refuse to be chained together with the monster
She fights

It was a blurry future
What will happen to her
Can she get out?
Will she be free?

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