Small shell
I wish you could break
your walls
so you could see that your shell
is too small
here outside in the mist
there is a world
waiting patiently for you
for so long...
But I lost my hopes
over time
your heart isn't yours
and isn't mine
your heart beats
to keep you alive
and I have to move on
with my life.
And that is my struggle
and that is my pain
being in the same position
once again
after fighting for so long
is hard for me to say
there is nothing left for me
in this place.
Jessica
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