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Nov 2020
If and if only
You can unlock this trunk
Lift up this plate
Over this already bleeding heart

Maybe and just maybe
You can shrug off....
    this pain
    this emptiness
    this numbness
    this heaviness
    this fullness
let alone this unconsciousness one feel
Yet not ready to let go
Of the comfortability of the darkness
But drained of holding on to such burden
Sometimes we get too comfortable in a place where the heart keeps bleeding. We feel like it's supposed to be like that whereas there is light somewhere.
HOPE
Written by
HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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