Broken, I am certainly a paradox.

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I wish to be a closed book, yet to be read by someone.
I wish to preserve my heart,
yet wish to rain the love to the unhealed
I wish to disappear in thin air, yet wish to be seen. I wish to cage myself in the prison of solitude yet wish to be free

From Pain to poetry Onde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora