By S. Fouzul Hidhaya
Daunted for day and night
It gave me courage to fight.
Languish heart, which tolerates dree ,
Now exhausting from hours of spree .
From the mirror, highlighting my tear streaks;
To my fingers, tracing my crimson-flushed cheeks ;
Promise I made to me ,
Grant me the power to be free.
Did it make me do this all?
Yes, it did protect me from a fall.
By S. Fouzul Hidhaya
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