How would you define this master of manipulation?
She looked up her eyes swollen from tears as the truth hit her with a force where she felt like dying, where she felt like drowning herself.
She couldn't understand the differences between the truth...
In the labyrinth of my mind, I wander, Searching for a path, a sign, a wonder. Walls of whispers, shadows that bind, An echo of peace, so hard to find.
Eyes wide open, yet lost in the night, Grasping for stars that fade from sight. Silent screams and unspoken fears, A river of thoughts, flowing with tears.
Strength is brittle, like autumn leaves, Hope is a thread, in which my heart believes. Dreams are the lanterns, lighting my way, Through the haze of a never-ending gray.
A sanctuary within, where silence heals, In the quiet corners, my truth reveals. Through storms and shadows, I learn to cope, In the chaos of mind, I find my hope.
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The journey starts here. (I'm back to the alley road that I thought I had forgotten)
