Lydia Chan Biography

Within my castle walls an aged lady resides
Where time grows bored with sorrows mark
She emerges from broken glass and cries
Then with one last scream she devours my heart
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And everyone believed in her
Oblivious to her nightly tears
She could never see their girl
Blinded by her faults and fears
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Fighting beneath crashing waves
Hoping to breathe yet cave
Their shining star; her egos slave
The girl in the mirror
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