Hundreds of ties,
And I am not free.
I am the prey of
All unfair means.
What type of object
I am here
I failed to know.
Nothing is secured
I am sure.
Nothing is with me,
And yet I am telling
Everything is mine,
I am in dark and yet
See me I shine.
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