strange
when i want to go home
walls start getting high
the warmth in my home now turn into echoes of tears
strange
from holding tight to getting quite
that much quite the voices in me tear me apart
i look at their face with smile on my face and pain in my eyes
i was strong but fragile for them
they pick me from my stick
then picked my patels
a withered flower shattered
but still give the same frangnance
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