The flame bursting,
Burning my bare skin,
Feeling the pain in silence,
I can't budge out this torture.
The rain is coming,
I have to prepare myself,
To bare these burnt wounds,
To let the raindrops pierce through.
I can't stop the pain,
I have to face it to stop it,
I have to feel the pain myself,
To remind me that I'm still alive.
Those critics you spit at me,
Those words you said to me,
Like spears that cuts my heart,
Like acidic poison that ruin my art.
These torture is a waste of time,
Words may hurt but it can never kill,
My heart never stops beating,
My life moves on...
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
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