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Once Upon Another Land
I swimmed in the sea of tears and regret.
Nobody believed it,no matter how much I shed.
And so I seeked comfort from my bed.
Waiting for it to take me to another land.
A place with magic,happiness and worry free.
Where characters act with sympathy like they understand me.
Where I'm happy,and nobody tries to blame me.
Or even,shame me for emotions I have no control over.
I don't want to feel like this no longer.
I don't want to bottle it up any longer.
Because I may explode like a bomb of built up trauma.
I have only my online friends to talk about it,
And no other.
As time passes,it just got harder. I want to talk about it,
I really do.
But I won't trust people easy,no matter what they do.
It's because of what life put me through.
All the pain and suffering I had to go through.
I used to have friends,I remember that too.
But I don't have anymore as much as I used to.
And so I walked the streets of regret all alone.
Waiting to find a place where I feel at home.
And so the online community came to me.
Here, I finally feel free.
Nobody believed it,no matter how much I shed.
And so I seeked comfort from my bed.
Waiting for it to take me to another land.
A place with magic,happiness and worry free.
Where characters act with sympathy like they understand me.
Where I'm happy,and nobody tries to blame me.
Or even,shame me for emotions I have no control over.
I don't want to feel like this no longer.
I don't want to bottle it up any longer.
Because I may explode like a bomb of built up trauma.
I have only my online friends to talk about it,
And no other.
As time passes,it just got harder. I want to talk about it,
I really do.
But I won't trust people easy,no matter what they do.
It's because of what life put me through.
All the pain and suffering I had to go through.
I used to have friends,I remember that too.
But I don't have anymore as much as I used to.
And so I walked the streets of regret all alone.
Waiting to find a place where I feel at home.
And so the online community came to me.
Here, I finally feel free.
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