and again,
rolling back the paper that had written
by the every words that worth tears
of my own.
and again,
climbing up from the abyss that had only
myself falling again to the pit
by the tiny pebbles,
by the mistakes
of my own.
and again,
failing to be a person that would probably
feel proud for herself.
and,
it was tiring.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
and again,
rolling back the paper that had written
by the every words that worth tears
of my own.
and again,
climbing up from the abyss that had only
myself falling again to the pit
by the tiny pebbles,
by the mistakes
of my own.
and again,
failing to be a person that would probably
feel proud for herself.
and,
it was tiring.