Sometimes I sit here,
Wanting to cry.
But I can't.
And sometimes,
I sit here,
And the tears sneak up on me from out of nowhere.
And there's no way that I,
A small paper sailboat, floating aimlessly in my own sorrow,
Can survive the force of the typhoon coming from my eyes.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
Sometimes I sit here,
Wanting to cry.
But I can't.
And sometimes,
I sit here,
And the tears sneak up on me from out of nowhere.
And there's no way that I,
A small paper sailboat, floating aimlessly in my own sorrow,
Can survive the force of the typhoon coming from my eyes.
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