Toxic (1)

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How could I help the person who gave me wound?
You ask for a help neither I needed
I thought it is a normal for a child to suffered
But as soon I grow older I understand
The life I never begged nor wished

I tried to stop my body for shaking and sweating
But no one notice my hardly breath
Make up to hide the pain and protect you in peace
Every night tears keep fallin till I'll fall asleep

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A/n: I am willing to be an ear to everyone needs to be heard, message me :>



Poetry / poem By Cristelle C.LWhere stories live. Discover now