Dreaming of heaven , waking up to hell,
Made her tough as steel , yet kindness is her weapon ;
Yesterday was never forgotten , tomorrow was never pondered upon.
Dreams were faded, unlike memories were enriched .
Choices were hers to make , yet courage sidled away ,
As being discarded was more hurtful than being fake .
Yeah, she needed a man ,
Not as a knight in a shining armour ,
But to hold her hand and walk with her,
Be it a dark tunnel or the living daylights,
To love and to take , just like the clichéd
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