pressure makes diamonds
but humans are too delicate
their fragile hearts easily shaken
if you put too much pressure
they'll only end up
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before i knew it,
it wasn't february anymore

gone are the days
where i longed for the rain
in the afternoon heat

now it was august here
and the monsoon season
made our once empty backyard
fill with mangosteens and rambutans

it downpours every day
i finally got what i wanted in february
but ironically, i find myself missing
the afternoon heat once again

i hate being chained
to this feeling

i hate being in this cycle
of constant longing

only six months have passed
but so have you

and i have to learn how to adapt
to the change of seasons
and loneliness
once again

i wish that would be
my final words to you
but i don't want
my last breath
to be a lie

as a child
i never knew
the real world
all i know is
just barbie and fun
that it wasn't
all cruel and stoic
wherever i look it's
love in the air
and the illusion of
a fake family
was far-fetched
the perfect life
that i'm living happily
i took for granted