Chapitre 1: An Opening
When tears flew on my face,
I sobbed and cried everyplace.
When I smiled and laughed,
people stared and gawked.
But when it came to a big decision,
I had to accept with no permission.
So when my face had a white veil,
he himself was very pale.
When his eyes met mine,
I was sure I didn't feel fine.
And when he touched my hand,
his hands were cold not hot like sand.
Ever since then my life has been a twist,
acting like a slave in silver mist.
Everyday and every night,
my neck had blue love bites.
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