Ps, My Hidden World
Amidst of distress and forsaken time,
A haven place I found, my hidden world.
A faraway land that gives me hope.
A newfound happiness and rejoice.
Walking alone in the dark,
I saw the stars shining bright.
The torch lit in the corner,
Lifts my soul, keeps me warmth.
In my dying moment, a community lend a hand.
Wipe away all my tears, leaving a sweet smile.
People are so thoughtful and kind.
Some are naughty, some are wild.
This is where I build my dreams.
This is where I learned to fly,soar high.
In this world, I become a real me.
This is the place where I can hide, I can be proud!
PS, you gave me meaning to survive!
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