She painted her hand cuffs golden to make them look like jewelry put dried flower in her head and said “,O how lovely”
She walked on streets where death reside, and greeted him every time he passed by
A piece of bread is her luxury, and she appritiate it whenever she has it
A glass of water is her salary and she work hard to win every own every drop of it
But she never forget to smile, she is hurt but she never cries