Wonder self
A dormant of feelings, a measure of strength,a time when sense does not play the strings, a sound not heard due to the time that causes the silence of what was felt,
For in a due time, wrapped around in seconds and minutes are captured in memories through the feelings of a waken emotion, so is it safe to waken them once more?
But the truth is, do I need to compromise myself, to make another feel loved or safe, whilst I feel non. Nevertheless I am not inclined to reclined or sink in and have a taste, just eating to fill my stomach but not for the taste.
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