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Comfort.

So many stories to tell.

So much to write about.

Numerous situations,

just couldn’t get myself out.

Broken stars

craving embrace of the dark.

People begging

for the sake of their heart.

Countless people I met,

a few I pushed away

while others straight-away left.

Somehow,

I find myself

keeping my thoughts inside.

I wonder why,

knowing myself feels

way more comforting

than someone else claiming

they’ve been aware

all this while.

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