I set a bulwark of myself
enclosing the weakened soul
gloss over the frail me
not bothering the deafening clamor from the outside
yet, gangway is built
as it's served as leeway
so the world itself remained palpable , substantial and tangible
And
undermined when you're mired in quandary
Oh, despicable me
To every little good thing in life
aid from stranger
Auntie wei~~~~
Thank you for the basket har~~~
;)
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