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[RiddleMeWonders]

When you hurt me finally
I won’t do anything
But don’t take me for granted
While you have, this, my trust.
I’m just sad right now; it’s all this.
I’ll probably be better in the morning
Maybe I’ll just write a story.

I knew a girl who was afraid to know herself.
Wasted all her time
Left her mind forgotten on a shelf
I’d ask her “Please, would you stop begging?”
Face stuck in a corner was her usual setting
To her, it almost felt like a home.

“Where do you go when ‘home’ is a shameful place to be?”
With her hair hiding her face, she questioned me.
She felt like such a big disgrace
In a place of sanctuary

You don’t have to feel alone.
A corner doesn’t have to be a home.
You’ve let your face become a stone
Smile, child.
Please just trust some somebody.