I don't have more guts;
to ask for things;
to voice out my unhappy heartfelt;
to share (even) my happiness.
Where did the feeling goes?
I am afraid that someday--
I won't be happy with myself, anymore.
I am afraid that someday--
I died on the inside. My soul.
Am I taking a good care of my own heart?
I hope I do.
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