I strive to be queer, even in my early days
Eccentric fads, used as tools to mark my ways
Denying approaches from the opposite sex
Alas, held captive in a witches hex
Piece by piece life drained till there is none,
All seem truly lost except one.
Forbidden of much friends, now a total outcast
Yearning for life, but an empty void ever so vast
A mere digital window, prove my only solace
Scared and bound to show much grace
As shy as a little white rose, I stay hidden from friendly gaze
Stored away in my nest, a living zombie in a daze
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