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Heal me

Confused with the lies
Sparkled with the beauty of memories
Have I gone mad?
Stricken along my traumatic stories
Given the hope yet the stars looked sad
Mother, I'm being swallowed by dreadful nightmares
Alive yet soul trapped in its own darkness
Find me, heal me, wake me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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