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pillow doll

*snap*
i snapped out
i looked around but had a doubt
is this real or just a thought
this feeling of happiness that i have got
the happiness i once lost
the happiness i desperately sought
for my entire life
happiness once fed to hornets hive
the doubt: i'm delirious
the doubt: my mind's a mush
so i am not sure
if this is just a lure
a lure to lure me into abyss again
a lure to make me more insane
but I do feel happy
not much but a bit more chatty
cuz for the first time in a long time
I have stopped to whine
and cry about the shits
and despite being almost out of medikits
to heal my mind
Ifeel a kind
aura surrounding my soul
and although that ghoul
that sucks the light dry still stares
yes! Ican feel it's presence-it's still there
but for now, I'm totally shielded
and now i have a two hilted
sword for my self defence
and hence
I  can face forward
and my vision is sharp  than ever before
and i can remember who bore
and tore the ground to sow
the seed and laid low
for this long
just to come out strong
to helpme releasethis boost
yes she is my juice
the gasoline to my engine
yet the future memains to be seen
but despite the shits around
I'm strong enough to not bow down
and it's all thanks to her
my teddy-my pillow doll

-yakaa: jujaan

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