After months of holding on to this one piece of paper
that I made just to picture the sense
the one that hold what exactly inside,
It finally reaches its end time
Either I want it or not
I have no reason to keep on holding
I have no reason to keep on believing
I have one perfect reason just to stop
One perfect silence to burn it all down
physically... mentally...
And it’s now
The truth? Only God knows how much it breaks me
Me, myself, don’t even know
Not until those flooding tears coming out
The good news, I have lots of wise words.
The bad news, those words are just words. For now.
But I know, one day I’ll find my way to those words
One day I’ll get connected with those words
And realize, I’m fine.
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