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it was 26th of october when the thought of you hit me again so hard i feel like drowning

i was seating at the backseat of the bus we once rode way home trying to breathe as i held my head beside the curtain sheets of the last window

hoping that the trip was an escape from the reality of me being drowned by the deluge of emotions you gave me

but here I am again, counting every drops of rain as my tears slowly drip like a broken faucet on a highway

tell me how am i supposed to repair a broken glass if you picked up a piece of it and clenched it as if it wouldn't make you bleed?

to the point that yes,
yes you vanished right in front of me
but the thought of you remains
with every drop of blood you left as you walked away

how am i supposed to erase every drop of it,
to eradicate all the parts,
all the remains;
to remove everything you left
without heading towards from where you are?

how am I supposed to forget
the color of your eyes and the rhythm of your heart?

please,
set me free

throw the fragmented piece
of my broken soul
in the vast ocean

let me conquer every waves
and find it on my own