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My Heart Was Catching Fire
I kept sleepwalking during
The storm, finding solace
In the harsh winds, all while
My heart was catching fire.
.
How can one find the courage
To walk out of the violence
A person I once called home
Is now the most cruel, making
Me second-guess my worth
In both my bruised body and
This mad world, as if I wasn't
Precious to something else.
© Madreia
The storm, finding solace
In the harsh winds, all while
My heart was catching fire.
.
How can one find the courage
To walk out of the violence
A person I once called home
Is now the most cruel, making
Me second-guess my worth
In both my bruised body and
This mad world, as if I wasn't
Precious to something else.
© Madreia
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