Caricamento in corso...

Recluse

Secrets hidden,
Through cryptic precision,
Half-truths are all that’s spoken,
By those life’s already broken,
Walls built so high,
Can now only see the sky,
World passing by,
Stuck in the past as time runs dry,
Trying to undo the pain,
One day fearlessly dance again in the rain,
Until then try to hide the stain…

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