My mind was
locked in a state
where I could handle,
impurity
because to me
it didn't exist;
but,
I let you in:
hope's to feel
that my heart
would revive
and I
could feel,
real.
but
these tears never dried
like a storm
it never ends;
lightening
strikes
leaving ash scented,
memoirs
[of once upon a time
when I was numb]
and I couldn't feel,
my greatest mistake.



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