I keep on questioning myself
What is my worth?
I keep on hiding behind the shelf
As day pass, losing hope
I tried to erase what is hurting
But the eraser just grimed everything
I'm too broken
Thou want to listen?
Advices I'm hearing
Nonetheless, they ain't helping
I just wanted to be heard
So I can put back together what was shattered.
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Catastrophes' Medicine
Поэзия"Mga tulang nag silbing medisina mula sa aking kalungkutan at nakaraan."
