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Stoical heart yet the urge to cry Unable to shead a tear, 'Cause the biggest fear to open up and try Made me to drown myself in my own state of anxiety. Did the broken soul find a hug? Not a single person cared to bug. I am not what has happened to me Bounded by fate or dejection Choices and rejection Part and parcel of life. I am what I chose to be. I'll break and I'll fall I'll rise and fly Till I find my wings soared high.
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
Relapse
Stoical heart yet the urge to cry Unable to shead a tear, 'Cause the biggest fear to open up and try Made me to drown myself in my own state of anxiety. Did the broken soul find a hug? Not a single person cared to bug. I am not what has happened to me Bounded by fate or dejection Choices and rejection Part and parcel of life. I am what I chose to be. I'll break and I'll fall I'll rise and fly Till I find my wings soared high.
" What happens when people open their hearts? They get better.. " ~ Haruki Murakami ♥
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
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