Hermione Femalton Biography

Happiness is nothing;
When life feels like death,
Happiness is nothing;
When nothing gives you breath.
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No black door to hide behind;
You're feeling so exposed.
Now you're gone, they don't need you;
You have been disposed.
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Her face is cut and dirty,
Her clothes are ripped and torn,
She sheltered under door-ways;
Weary and forlorn.
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You're frustrated and you're bitter,
No-one caught you when you fell,
Now you're poisoning relationships
With the lies you tell.
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Who could spare a glance,
For the angel with broken wings?
Who could stop to hear,
The crying song she sings?
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