Oct 2017
My emotions don't drip.
They are instead, a waterfall.
Every,
single,
time.
Cascading down onto me.
The weight of it all,
is so heavy.
Yet the next day,
I arise
and
do it all over
again.
They are instead, a waterfall.
Every,
single,
time.
Cascading down onto me.
The weight of it all,
is so heavy.
Yet the next day,
I arise
and
do it all over
again.
I feel everything in extremes.
That is simply who I am.
It is both a pleasure and a curse.
That is simply who I am.
It is both a pleasure and a curse.
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