The Cruel Alpha's Unwanted Bride
For every glance that turns your way,
Is a reminder of my dismay. You shine so bright, you blind my eyes,
And in your light, my spirit dies.
I am the shadow, ever near,
Invisible, yet always here. In the corners of your radiance,
I languish in my impotence.
For in your shadow, I remain,
A silent echo, a muted strain. Yet still I walk, within this gloom,
Hoping one day to assume
A light that's wholly mine to keep,
And from this shadow, I might leap. To stand apart, in my own right,
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