"Be unassuming. Otherwise, you'll cry."

What it feels

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The outward image of silence and peace of mind.

When pieces of my mind fall apart.

Screams of 'how stupid can you be' tear the vocal cords of my inner self.

My eyes glossed over like how water dries outside.

A white film of disappointment covers my cheeks.

My mind glossed over warnings and signs.

Miscued ideas of identity and boundary, I fell into the arm of my idealism.

In its tender arms, it dropped me, and I cried like a baby.

I walk around in search of happiness.

Strides steady, focused on my steps.

Endurance was never a problem, but lately, I've been out of breath.

Overwhelming feelings of solitude blocked my windpipes.

My heart and soul are at an inconsistent pace.



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