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I've spent less and wasted much more of my time. So, here I am. Walking the empty streets out of my comfort zone, Monophobia is my enemy but I am making it all alone. Inside the box-burning and pouring midnight oils into my empty cup, My heartbeat drops like rain and I don't know when it will stop. Collecting strength in the faces of the oceans, Keeping it from the other side like golden sands. And fixing the stars of words from the night skies with my own hands. Here I am, Using these arms and knees of mine just to hide my head. I know nothing but to overthink, Here I am, Buried and left behind. hearing the silence of tease and dread... I'm not enough and not ready to be read.
