Can't hold it in
There are others facing more trauma than me
There are those who are facing killers eye to eye.
Breath bellowing deep into their chests.
There are those feeling heart beats with their hands bump and slowly faded into darkness.
I just face the wind against my face and the distain in your heart for me.
I tried to leave.
Now just trapped in this hell
Surrounded by the glass made up of documents bound together by the glue of your Wallet and malice.
I can see the life I wanted with the baby biologically blessed in my possession
Never to be touched but for more than a moment in memory or in day dream.
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