Hit by a dagger of loneliness,
Never thought of one's caress
Cut by the wrath of darkness
Marked by many as useless
Not until the gun was untriggered
And the glasses clattered
The soul that had been shattered
Turned not to be mattered
Explosions of light woke me
From a dream that deprived me of bounty
Now i find myself delightly
In a place that I'll handle gently
By the way, I am Patricia May Cruz. An introvert and for that, loves to be in small groups of people. I am stressed out in public and exhausted in crowd. Despite that, she survived debate and half-loved it. She got her highest grade in English in her course, oral communication and is willing to immerse herself more in learning socially.
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