My heart is covered by a shell
still somehow I feel
negative thoughts roaming my mind I keep them sealed
I keep my head high even tho my body is floating in a ocean of sorrow
sometimes I wonder how long has my heart been lost and if my mind is starting to follow
In my shell is where I feel the most safe taking my stroll on life doesn’t seem as if I’m winning this race.
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