Hermit mode
The disappointment that always gnaws at my heart
The unstoppable feeling of being left out that haunts me
Clear beads rolled down both my cheeks
Asking questions is justice for a heart wounded by absence
Incised wounds refuse to forget the promise of loyalty
Lack of self-evidence is closed because of the egocentricity of a human being who has a promise
Adjust the anger let go of the pseudo
Until the time of hermit mode ends
©poembyselly #theprose
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