I want my former freedom
To write what I want, where I want
Mardhiyah
I am desperate for you to love me
To help me
To pull me away from my miseries
Mardhiyah
but you are not me
and I am not you
You have never walked the dark alleys
a stench
a pain
I carry hidden and sleeping
until you
you opened it last night
Mardhiyah
I wish it was as easy as an answer from you
Am I desperate, Mardhiyah, tell me?
I don't hate you
I am ungrateful
I need to look at those beneath me
Mardhiyah
My ghosts
They quieted down
And now I hear their voices again....................
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