A/N: The first two lines are from William Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice".
"All that glisters is not gold,
Often have you heard that told,"
Fortune's fickle hand doth chide,
Eager outsets, in dust I hide.
Broken soul; tears it doth shed,
Empty hurt, breaks like lead,
Upon a back broken thrice before,
Despair beckons, I can take no more,
Letting slip through ice cold black,
A tunnel's end I clearly lack.
The broken bones a full moon doth bring,
Bear no resemblance, as hands I wring,
When I laugh, I smile, a new day dawns,
Bitter despair curls up and yawns.
R. J. Lupin
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