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ABYSS


Lump in the throat making it hard to swallow
Unshed tears that threaten to fall
Hiding in fear of the sorrow inside
She masks it all with a smile.

With every breath she takes, she hurts
With every step she walks, she stumbles
She struggles to keep it all inside
Treacherous trembling lips mar that smile.

She fought like a warrior, till she won
Battered and bruised, she went on
Relentless, she broke the glass walls
The shards pierced her soul.

At one glance, she appears calm
Look carefully, she is a raging storm.
Her eyes are pale, perhaps dead
like the sea before a hurricane.

She once believed in the myth - 
Happiness comes to those who wait.
Her struggle was nothing but futile
A price she paid with her smile.

She is broken down, on her knees
Giving up with her tear - stained face
Drowning in misery, she begs for aid
Styx comes to carry her away.


                                                        - Pearl




Note : Too much on my mind, a little too serious and a little too dark. Only way to express what goes on.

PS. Long time no post, hopefully more to come and less desolate.
Be happy
Have fun
Love yourself first
XOXO
Pearl

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