The Shell
Is it fright?
Is it wrong?
Is it right?
Love is wasted,
Never tasted.
Stuck in a shell,
Social norms spell.
A pain shared,
Is a burden paired,
But Inside the shell,
You must not tell.
I see the tears,
Aged past years,
I must not ask,
Tis not my task.
Love is wasted,
Never tasted.
I am the stranger,
The norm of danger.
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