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// My Heart in a Prison (Rarity/?) 
// Story: My Little Love Poems: Romance Is Magic 
// by Bell 
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Keeping my heart in a prison of lead,
I'll never be happy, never be whole.
With an empty chest and an empty bed,
And the loneliness that withers my soul.
I try so hard to keep my composure
And convince them all that I am just fine;
A lady does not want such exposure,
And so I wear a disguise all the time.
But the costume unravels in the night,
And I feel suddenly so sick and weak;
I feel the cage wrapping around me tight,
And any prospect of living looks bleak.
So I reflect on the heart I have left—
So I reflect when love leaves me bereft.