undone
There's a dart in the dark
Designed and disguised by an unforseen series of events
Unsighted and untraced, meant to pierce through the heart to shake one's believe and question it's faith
There's a grief inbound, strikes in a brief like the storms but manifest some trains of crippling sadness of pains accompanied by tears as a debris
There's a trauma, old and new, I believe
That's consumed every inch and left me insecure and undone
So vividly frightening, yet hard to forget but in fact I don't want to relive
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