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My eyes has turned a deep shade of black,
Shattered into thousands
The coldness still lingers.
No patch work could sew me back
because here I lay
so blue and so pale.
Fingers tapping on that rugged wood,
my eyes stays fixed at that certain air.
Running thoughts flow
without a single bearing here.
Here I am tonight,
feeling gone with the wind
with a troubled heart
but somewhere now Im still floating like then.
This is me & my emotions. Im deep in my thoughts and lost in it. Untie those knots as I want to Stop holding out masks and put back real smiles on my petite, squarish face.
My melb home is broken into. Can i bunk at someone's place for two weeks? or someone come and bunk with me??