No time to carry the weight of their hate,
No space to kindle bitterness within.
Here I stand, wrapped in my wounds.
No words to unravel who I am,
No need to cleanse the stains of their judgment.
Here I linger, lost in my confusion.
No understanding do I seek from souls,
No gaze of sympathy do I crave.
It’s only me and the chaos I kept.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC
No time to carry the weight of their hate,
No space to kindle bitterness within.
Here I stand, wrapped in my wounds.
No words to unravel who I am,
No need to cleanse the stains of their judgment.
Here I linger, lost in my confusion.
No understanding do I seek from souls,
No gaze of sympathy do I crave.
It’s only me and the chaos I kept.
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