I am wounded, my every belief in shambles.
I can’t shine, till I see the Sun of my own
My shell has turned hard, I won’t gives the keys.
I can’t walk shores with you, I’ve made a home in dunes
I won’t crawl out, don’t think of seizing my steps.
I can’t befriend a squirrel, nor a shadow-
Of my own I’m finding my ways to survive;
ask me not, how long will I take.
I may never leave, cause I don’t want to.
The world is so ripe for me, and
I am all raw.



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