Like withered autumn leaves

Like the wizened skin of a 75-year-old

Like a waterless lake

Like a rainless desert

I am dull.

No love to give.

No desire to live.

No ability to forgive.

No I can’t forget.

With hate and criticism, I withered.

How bitter.

And my thick skin couldn’t last forever.

I am human.

I am looking for that drop of hope to come alive,

So that I can revive,

‘Cause I really miss my old vibe.

I wipe all those tears

And pretend I ain’t dull.


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