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Lunarsarray Oct 2024
Bruised sense of self,it's a body trembling to everything
Helplessness of a broken flute, you can hear the stammering in his voice.
What am i to do?

My hatred for powerlessness that saw everything as a threat.
Emergence of a nurtured animosity that'll see everything as a threat.
Do i become the victimizer?

Betrayed by my own body ,i fail to even fly.
I guess i'll continue to drown in my own ocean of terrors
Lunarsarray Oct 2024
Real was;
the dark, you'd remain, the only place safe, a place where he wouldn't have had reason to count his days.

Real was;
The flaws that ruined you, but you adopted them for they were indiscernible mistakes—I was only a child.

Real was;
Once, when you felt everything was in place. Stinting to make that second feel like forever.

"Yet to find my solace,i'm regaled by what was real."

— The End —