#pro-gallery-1bhcn-not-scoped .gallery-item-container { opacity: 0 } #pro-gallery-1bhcn-not-scoped .gallery-item-hover::before { background: transparent !important}try { window.requestAnimationFrame(function() { var ele = document.getElementById('pro-gallery-1bhcn-not-scoped'); var pgMeasures = ele.getBoundingClientRect(); var options = (() => "gallerySizeType:px|enableInfiniteScroll:true|titlePlacement:SHOW_ON_HOVER|hasThumbnails:false|imageMargin:5|galleryLayout:6|isVertical:false|gallerySizePx:300|cubeType:fill|galleryThumbnailsAlignment:none")(ele); var width = pgMeasures.width; var height = pgMeasures.height; var isIOS = /iPad|iPhone|iPod/.test(navigator?.userAgent); if(isIOS) { width = width; width = width; height = height; height = height; } else { width = width; width = width; height = height; height = height; } pgMeasures = { top: pgMeasures.top, width, height }; var isVertical = options.includes('layoutParams_structure_scrollDirection:"VERTICAL"'); var layoutFixerUrl = '/_serverless/pro-gallery-css-v4-server/layoutCss?ver=2&id=1bhcn-not-scoped&items=2640_2000_1333&container=' + pgMeasures.top + '_' + pgMeasures.width + '_' + pgMeasures.height + '_' + window.innerHeight + '&options=' + options; document.getElementById('layout-fixer-style-1bhcn-not-scoped').setAttribute('href', encodeURI(layoutFixerUrl)); }); } catch (e) { console.warn('Cannot set layoutFixer css', e); }It hurt when I cried
when my eyes bled
with tears that dried
as the thoughts fled
from the prison of my mind
and I know I can’t find
a place to escape
be it any landscape
I don’t want anyone to know
that I’m a living nightmare,
a walking disaster, don’t care,
walk away, this is a new low
when wounds become scars
I’ll find joy in the stars
and the moon might free me
of this feeling, so let me be
and find me when I’m fine
Because this fight is mine
to suffer, I want you to leave
so, I know I’m still strong
in your eyes, I’ve done no wrong
nor lies, please believe
And find me when I’m smiling
that’s whom you want to last
So don’t look for me, I’m hiding
from the terrors of my past
Is this a phase or a getaway?
the more I try to runaway
I keep realizing it’s a part
of me and everything I beheart
And there’s only one way I see
for the reign of this feeling to cease
I waited until the blood turned black
it’s too late, there’s no turning back
vision blurred, feelings corrupt
now let me just give up.
~Sanaa