at three, you cry to bed when you got tired
at twenty one, you cry to bed when you are all worned out
it doesn't matter if the pain grows more intense.
you have the potential to adapt and accepts.
you can do anything you want to
especially when all things are quiet.
it intensifies.
you aches when your heart pacifies
you shudders when your heart turns cold
you swears when no other pains can distract your feelings
then you grow inwards
no it's not okay
but you don see other options.
you try to shove aside.
and don peek
don try
don do anything
no
nothing
nosedive to reality hurts
cupid failed to shoot him.
and i knew.
from the start.
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