Solemn Moments I lay in my room During the empty hours Alone, feeling crooked Broken from unending minutes
The say i look weak But I've been too strong for a while Keeping the sadness inside Faking a smile outside
Am not afraid of the dark anymore I stitch my pain there Patching my heart Quiet and solemn
What i see A handmade toy laying on the ground, with one eye covered and the other eye has an 'X'
What i feel* A feeling of standing strong even against all odds.
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