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Little does the world know,

How fast the thoughts stream in her mind,

Like a timelapse of the stormy ocean,

With waves of anxious thoughts,

Rising with the last one.

She wishes to find a safe spot,

But how can one protect themselves,

As they destruct their own self from within,

Like an overexposed photograph of the sunset,

With raging light of the love she bleeds.


words for the day

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