In the field of war
Peeling my skin off
Knowing the fact that I'll may get hurt
Or even I may die
Running away from things
To make it all look like blurry eye
Hanging there for a while
Still pretending, hoping
I really don't know why?
Not laying there to be held by
Still holding back something,
Somewhere between personal spaces of mine
Not wanting to be seen, heard or felt...
Its been like this... ALL MY LIFE.
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