She rather hides in the lies she once told
Immaculate, oh how divine she is, so perfect, so self-controlled
Left to her struggles yet no one knows
Eventually, she adapted to this perception of hers
Needless to say, it was never her understanding but only theirs
Counting the days until it all unfolds, when she can finally breathe in relief once the silence gets broken
Endless truths can finally be spoken and sleeping desires can eventually be woken
About the Creator
Jess S
One day I will be myself again,
and this darkness might come to an end,
and all doubt will cease,
and all strength will rise.
One day my tainted memories will be left behind,
and I will be able to see the world through a clear lens.
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