And you stand alone in your fear of not knowing where to go and what to do. To be wrapped by the pain of losing your thoughts and heart. When self-preservation is not an instinct but a hindrance towards clarity. When the bondage of insecurity and doubt and insignificance turn you into a pulp so easily beaten and thrown away. You can’t help but weep and wail. Weep and wail.
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