She put them on even if she didn't feel like it,
Sick to her stomach with this feeling of doom,
How did she get here?
When did life get so serious?
She had to go through with this,
The screaming and kicking didn't pay for anything,
After her worth was decided,
Like a piece of cloth sold to a rich merchant.
What had she kept herself for?
Pure for a fantasy?
A fantasy that would never be,
Rich young and handsome is what she envisioned,
But instead,
Fat old and at least the rich ticked out.
This purity for 26 years,
All for not,
They deceived her all her life,
Her a third wife to him.
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