I am hidden from all's prying eyes
In a land where only few have access too
Only few have the key to my heart
The heavy oak door that protect my heart
The ivory key that they used
To break my walls
Is held by few
And the few that hold the keys
Make me more vulnerable than ever before
Make me hurt more than ever
But make me happier than I can remember
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The life of the invisible
PoetryLooking deep into the life of the unknown the ones who hide it all. The ones who live in pain. Who have nobody until their knight shows up, and they finally feel real again.
