A million words
Cannot express
How or what I feel.
The questions that burn,
Corrode me until
I am a shell of my former self
One without a shoulder to cry on,
Without someone who listens,
Sat alone
Staring blankly at her reflection;
Wondering if any of it was real.
Cannot express
How or what I feel.
The questions that burn,
Corrode me until
I am a shell of my former self
One without a shoulder to cry on,
Without someone who listens,
Sat alone
Staring blankly at her reflection;
Wondering if any of it was real.
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