Haunted
How narcissistic of you to dig scars in me and plant confusions that will echo and leave dark temples in my mind.
I was never a game. Giving me butterflies with no scent of sincerity but only to feed your pleasure will never stop me from tightening my grip. You never think of me as a heroine. But I see myself as a human in my own valley—focusing on my strength, finding my peace, and working to be authentic.
I have directions to lead myself in my homeland, stop distracting my path for your own satisfaction.
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Blue Envelopes
诗歌I will find you in the deepest hideout of your scars or in an empty secret field of my longing metaphors.
