There’s no Saviour, no hero,
That can restore the mind
so thoroughly reconstructed.
From the first breath till today
Poison of loneliness sipped
inside and dissolved worth.
Nothing could be said to heal,
Nothing could be done to
ignite the decaying belief.
It’s horrific, but it occurred –
The death of the “need”
for human interaction.
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Hey,
I have nominated you for this Mystery Blogger Award, I hope you are fine with it.
Thank you!!
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Thank you very much for thinking of me. I will wite an answering post the moment I’ll be able to. ♥♥♥
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Sure, you are very welcome!!
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