If only it is meant to happen
No persuasion will bring a hindrance.
Pain is subjective, sorrows are possessed
Light aches my eyes, in the dark I am depressed
Insomnia bothers me, maybe I should curse it.
I should not swallow the bitter, maybe just spit.
It wasn’t a matter of months, but my wishes took so long
Thoughts beyond west of the west but emotions don’t go so long
In spite of respite, desolate notions are still popping
Worst is to happen, nothing is for stopping.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC
If only it is meant to happen
No persuasion will bring a hindrance.
Pain is subjective, sorrows are possessed
Light aches my eyes, in the dark I am depressed
Insomnia bothers me, maybe I should curse it.
I should not swallow the bitter, maybe just spit.
It wasn’t a matter of months, but my wishes took so long
Thoughts beyond west of the west but emotions don’t go so long
In spite of respite, desolate notions are still popping
Worst is to happen, nothing is for stopping.
see me here as well.
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