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Healing
HealingI was standing still like a strong castle,Until they told me that I am not good enough. My soul has become worn, I was living in a bustle; No one noticed that their words were so tough. They told me that they love me just the way I am, But they kept comparing me and searching for someone better, Those were sleepless nights, when from myself I was trying to lam;And I told myself, it will be okay, you’ll heal. But later. My dreams have become one with the earth. The castle I’ve been once, has turned into sand. I was questioning my own worth, Thinking when this nightmare will end. I was thinking, I’ll heal and my wounds will not bleed anymore.Wrong.
