I need to sleep because I need to feel home again. I need to feel whole again, when I'm broken into pieces. No matter how much cover-up I play up with, I come back weak.
Once in a while, I cry myself to death. I bleed my heart out. I shout my pain through the night. because there is only much that I can truly take. I am not a child of war, nor a child of lies.. I come from a person who truly showed love beneath all the pain.
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