Is it embarrassing or is it not?
I don't know
I break down constantly and I still don't know. was it time for my bottle of tears to flush down? the timing was unexpectedly, which I didn't meant for it to come out that way, I hide it away
with my eyes still sore colours bright enough as rosy, my nose suffocating with mucus, my lips dry yet my mind is still typing through my unfinished tongue and my soul clutched within my subconscious home. I just want to hold on to you by the grasp of my hand, yet not too close to reach can you read the signs of my calling.
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