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Jun 2020
Pillows getting tired catching teardrops
Searched for boogeyman underneath,
telling him to dry them this time


Wondering how long this would last
Shall I wait until the sun comes up?

No one knew she's dying to die
No one knew she's counting her breath
No one knew she needed help

But then,
no one also knew she survived alone
Drying up her own tears
picking up her broken glass
putting up a brave face
She did not came out from a storm
For she became one
There are battles we chose to fight on our own ; at the end of the day , it's us who picks ourselves up after hitting rock bottom .
judiemars
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judiemars  27/F/🇵🇭
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