I'm confused
Don't wanna play the victim
Nor the enemy you'll tame
I'm bruised
It's easy to be good to people
In their silly traps I often fall
My heart's been delicate all along
Their lies - in my ears I thought it's a song
Someday I'll understand
I gaslight myself like talking at the back of my hand
It's so exhausting and sad
Why tears would came rushing down my cheeks
Even though I'm mad
Rain
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HER JOURNAL
Não FicçãoIt includes real life situations and events. A glimpse of HER thoughts. Contains poems, quotes and prose. Welcome to HER world - a concoction of poetic sentiments and confessions drizzled with grayish clouds of chaos dusted with fragility and ardor.
