I knelt at the fountain of my tears for many a day
wondering how the sorrow went away
I had carved out my heart,
thrown away my eyes
just to hide from my problems,
just to wear a disguise.
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But I am here
on my two feet
Some veins still tangled
some parts, missing.
•
But I am here
with a golden thread
with enough courage
to replace these pieces
with needed love,
without anger,
and without revenge.
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07.03.23
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
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