December 10, 2018

How much does it hurt,

you don't even feel,

The ground beneath your feet,

At that moment,

you see the ugly face of evil,

laughing at you,

But you're a victim,

you can't do anything,

and you know it.

If you survived somehow,

well, not less than a miracle,

you choose to live:

So you seal the wound,

lock it in a compartment,

and melt the key,

Then it becomes a secret,

between you and God,


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