A world full of fingers pointing at each other,is where I lived.If blame was a spell,you can call us witches and wizard.We are never proud of who we create in the process,The blood in our veins is darker than the deserted underground gold mines.We run from the truth,but hide in the devils warehouse.Our success story has no difference from a misfit fairytale.We pretend to be happy,but behind our mask,is a wounded heart.We trusted in our own shields,unfortunately they were compromised by our inner self,to be the weapon that destroyed our lives.Getting back on our feet is a dream,hoping we help each other up.How can I trust the one who gave me bitter water when I was thirsty? How can I trust them whereas am still coughing out water from the last time you left me to drown.We lock our hearts when they approach to knock,the edge of our tongues are sharper than the guillotine's blade.We sharpened them with our own decisions.We bend the metal bars caging us from the freedom of acceptance.The irony of them all,is we turned dumb from the truth.Search for your better version,because we live in a fragile world.
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