When you’re too tired to be strong,
When you’ve worn the armour for far too long,
When you’ve lived the mask you’ve made,
So long that the one beneath it starts to fade.
When the battle scars don’t hurt anymore,
Yet the pain of war still lingers
When in the world full of amazing people,
You’d count the real ones on your fingers.
When everything’s coherent and yet out of place,
You’d want to be somewhere,see some cherished face

Believe; Breathe; follow the rule of thome
Let the lights guide you home…..

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