I'm afraid of being surrounded by people
Frightened that I'd rely on them.
Thou rather I be alone in this lonely night
Where I can't be bothered by problems
It may seem absurd, but my heart is locked
Locked and locked not letting anyone
It's not fun, but it's a self machinist defensive wall
IDD what does it mean? Do I hold 3 people inside of me? Do change spirits with others? What is it.
Please put me to bed early, tuck me in, kiss me goodnight and let me drift into the night light, and oh please don't wait for me
I will not be coming back .
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Breathe Me In
PoetryMy whole life in poetry. In few words: It's a bomb, it's a wish, it's me
