Until my last breath

I've shed so many tears.

In your hands,

I am covered with fear.

I fear things might repeat itself.

On a shelf I wanna lock myself.

The feeling of getting hurt

countless time,

I am burnt.

Memories on my head.

Will never be forgotten,

Until I'm dead.

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