Countless broken mirrors
Yet I can see myself
To others I appear destroyed
For lonliness is also a blessing
Time is changing and
So are my emotions swaying
Like the transitions
It was inevitable
Solitude!
It’s a bliss to inner soul
Standing on the edge of a precipice
Not knowing what lies beneath
Which we can never escape from and always haunts us
It’s a fear from which we run away
But still get attracted.
Killin’ me
It’s killin’ me
This is not me!
This is never me!
Pull me out of this
Save me!
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