Bismillah...
Perspective is bitter
within this walls where no words can pass through
comfort in the cold hard surface
where warmth leaves you
pushing back these limits
I wonder what am going through
maybe to taste of feelings again
maybe to hold up..
"This one...is my truth."
I need to feel
hurt when i feel hurt
angry when i'm angry
happy when i'm happy
hope when i'm hopeful
to break these walls I've unknowingly built
defense?
*shuts eyes*
it's time to feel again
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