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Before it comes to an end I hope I could be saved.

1 November 2022

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I'm scared that I might surrender to it now.
A thin string holding me to hope, is weakening with each day passing.
At first I was enjoying the silence of nobody being around,
But now my heart drench in tears of loneliness.
Irony is that I'm screaming for help!
But in a way that nobody could listen to it.
Things are pretty and sparkling on the surface,
But have a dirty infection underneath.
The longing desire to be happy is finally fading!
And I look at the door with my yearning eyes that somehow, somebody or something could save me before the door Slam!!