It's February, and I want to stop writing about love. by Cyril

Feb 9

I see it now.
How much I bend,
How much I fade,
How much I ruin myself for nothing.

2.9.25. The weight of it all has settled. Discouragement wraps its arms around me.

Written by

Cyril F/Philippines

(F/Philippines)

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