One day I’ll wake up and the wounds will just be scars
The love will still be there, but it won’t be my whole heart anymore,
Just one little corner,
for him forever

I hate that what you did broke me
I hate that I’m not stronger
I hate that I’m still not free
I hate that I have to wait longer
I can’t make any choices
I can't find myself
I can't think over the voices
I can’t trust myself
Me or anyone else
Because at the end of the day everything I thought about you was false
And if I could be so wrong about something I thought to be so right
Then who am I to choose

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a poem is a peak
                              into a hidden mystique