Tattered world

My heart for long has been a sieved barrack, constantly holed by strong ballistic forces of perfidious love, yet somehow glued together by an unknown fate. So much so that even the occasional warmth of true hope filtering light inside my tattered world feels like scarring bullets on my pale blue skin!


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