Trembling with agony,
I looked everywhere, all eyes were on me.
They were sharper than swords, deeper than the oceans.
And I drowned,
drowned in the sea of my thousand tears.
And I hid myself,
hid under the shadows of fear.
Never felt comfort under the moon,
because I never let light shine on me,
because all the scars would expose under the moonlight,
which I hid from everyone.
Words, which itself submerged in my throat.
So do I,
submerging in the deep ends of anxiety.



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