Every night I wake up screaming hard,from the nightmares of those monsters of insecurities chasing me down ;all set to stab my isolated heart.

I feel devastated and lonesome,helpless and broken.

But with the rising sun ,every morning,a new hope arises in me;makes me somewhat stronger and more tolerant.

So,every time we speak,remember my heart’s vulnerability and try not to break it!

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