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(To The Past That Has Passed,
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ“Walk Apart: III.”)
I defend here in my smallish shelter that is merely an fingerbreadth in size, but in my soul and heart, I cross the physical boundaries that bind me. Trapped in a solid and beautiful figure, I feel trapped in my inability to separately from the shackles of a past that haunts me. The circumstances I had previously experienced had left deep scars on my heart and mind. On the surface, people may see a strong and vigorous figure, but only I know how fragile I am inside. When I close my eyes, images of the past come crashing down. I saw the faces of those who left me, the wounds that never healed, and the pain that never tired. In the tranquillity of this small space, I heard the bitter voices that pumped my blood furiously, reminding me of the betrayal I had experienced.
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ENCHAINED IN DESPONDENCY /
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤBETWEEN 1:23–5:07. ㅤI was struggling to separately
ㅤfrom the shackles.
ㅤI want to find the happiness I
ㅤonce lost, restore my shattered
ㅤtrust, and accept myself with
ㅤall my weaknesses and strengths.
But sometimes, my spirit fades, and I am swayed by the doubts and anxieties surrounding me. I apologize for the many times I underestimated the strength of my past. I know that reminds me of the mistakes and suffering; “I once endured,” but I also know I cannot hide from my past forever. I must make peace with myself, find a way to integrate myself into my current life and accept myself as the part of me that I am becoming.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ
So, with a whole souled,
I lay out myself released. ㅤㅤㅤ
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