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Falling Glass


I felt close to exploding.

All the vexation my mind was uploading.

Im awake, while my enervated heart is dosing.

All of me that I was showing, only to be forgotten.

Forgotten like when one grows old. feeling lost,

Like a missing piece of me needs to unfold.

Unfold to love again. Maybe I can start again,

but what if this end, is really the end?

Words building up in my chest, regretting

what I hadn't confessed. Plunged into a state of being depressed

hoping that this chaos is nothing but a test. I admit, I may have

moved quite fast, and maybe that explains how my heart became....

Falling glass

 

 

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