In the shadows of his fire, a monstrous visage veiled,Beneath the facade of strength, a wounded heart impaled,For love, he ventured forth, crawling through thorns and pain,Yet, no one knew the agony, the burns, the tears like rain. Amidst the embers of his soul, blossomed flowers, fragile, sweet,Each bloom a testament to resilience, a story…
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I don’t want to be Sad
I don’t want to be sad, but it always finds the edge of my cover and pull it off, making me vulnerable. I hide every inch of my feelings from it, buried in secret, neither to be found nor to be discovered. Am I too rude to accept it or too weak to deny it?…
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