• _lost_words 1w


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    There was I
    Confined in my four walls
    Walls that I built
    To hide myself
    But then you came
    Like an uninvited storm
    And found me !

    At first it felt good
    The rough cold breezes
    But then you went
    Just like the storm, in a blink
    And left me in a hustle bustle
    Like storms usually do !

    And now I hate being found
    And the walls are only going to get bigger,
    They secrets are gonna be buried deeper,
    In the same graveyard of my heart,
    Than they were before
    And I would hate every being
    Trying to find me !!