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Heart, dearest heart. Will you stop throbbing?

I know the pain we've been through, I know because I was sobbing, all night long.

I dream of the day; the day where I won't live in fright.

Where I'll be strong, big, filled with might.

Where my day will be filled with light, scaring away my inner shadow.

A future, nice and bright.

Ah, but I'm just a fool.

A useless tool, stuck in jail.

I whimper, and I flail, tossing and turning.

But my escape? To no avail, my stomach churning.

Four months have passed, slowly.

And in this time, I've only felt lowly, sad, defeated.

But my face. It has two sides; like a coin.

Deceitful, you say?

Well, I just don't want to ruin your day.

And so, plastering a fake smile on my face has become a ritual.

Sitting alone, in a room, waiting for a miracle.

Time ticks on, and with it, goes my will to live.

I've had my fill, no more, I say.

No more.

~Tamale~