You relive moments time after time as if the whole world has stood still and your pain is the only pain.
You have flashbacks again and again as if your fears are the only fears and nothing can compare to them.
You walk in the shadows of men so that you go unnoticed to hide the secrets of your shattered heart.
You search for answers in the shallowness of this world to comprehend the hurt and find a way to heal.
You try to seek guidance from the peers of faith to justify the actions of but a few.
You have become like the walking dead, surrendering to fate whilst waiting for permission to leave this abode.
For now, you sit in silence while you are the product of the worlds heartless.


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