Where do you hide when the Sun sets,
And your shadow goes with it.
Do you feel your fears intimidating you,
Or you embrace your demons.
Do you hide behind ...
No drum rolls. No fanfare. No broken bones and no bleeding wounds. It is creeping from the gaps in the window sill and the cracks below closed doors. It is creeping silently and ...
Cut, Bruised, Broken and Tattered.
The wounds on my soul
were shattered and many.
But I kept a track of them all.
seeping all the pain inflicted.
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