The poem shows sometimes our curses become our attachments. The poem shows sometimes our curses become our attachments.

I am not...just a daughter...only a daughter...anymore! I am not...just a daughter...only a daughter...anymore!

So she chose to remain In her perfect world, Where magic was real and love was true. So she chose to remain In her perfect world, Where magic was real and love was...

Years rolled off the miles; off the chosen track, Hither I wait! Still thy touch: oblivious to th... Years rolled off the miles; off the chosen track, Hither I wait! Still thy to...

Know his or her value of attachments, Know his or her value of attachments,

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