Ice-cold emotions, lacerations never healed.
My heart is on my sleeve while my kohl liner runs, runs, runs.
All ways broken, always alone.
Even in a crowd of thousands.
Sentient being, shocking child...
Strength born of betrayal and pain.
I run, run away, run to, run from.....
Always running.
Ice-cold emotions built a wall 20 feet deep.
Broken drama, broken
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