Her solitude is found within a bow,
such precision helps to calm the madness around
Family has never held any value,
passed around like an unwanted pet
Most days she escapes into a void,
filled with notes of deep sorrow
As she glides the bow along the violin strings,
an electric pulse sparks through her fingertips
Her pain that she keeps etched in her nightmares,
starts to pour out in the form of long-awaited revenge
Each high she hits, another scar is made in retaliation,
a power that is unexpected but justified
The magic that flows through the instrument,
provides the gift of fate
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