Alive in the moments
But hard to recognize one .
Slowly drifting out of the plot
How could we❣️ be back in the slot?
Pain written all over my eyes, is hard to get scribbled
These are some unwelcomed mystery riddles.
I know if stories are in a critical chapter
Theres still more to get capture .
I used to build dreams for US❣️
Our OWN HOME❣️ in each other
Woven into one another❣️
Choosing US❣️ in a hundred world
With no stone left unturned.
My mother❣️ ( born survivor) says ~
Knowing that you put your heart into what you loved❣️
Never be afraid , if left untouched.
Own yourself , heal yourself and love yourself
As it is the only way to help yourself❣️.
AN INTROVERT EMPATH🙏 
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