Feb 9
2024 is passing by,
January gone in a blink of an eye.
February halfway in
I cannot even count my breathing.
It's going away fast
I haven't achieved anything.
My foot buried in the concrete,
The time has gained in the speed.
January gone in a blink of an eye.
February halfway in
I cannot even count my breathing.
It's going away fast
I haven't achieved anything.
My foot buried in the concrete,
The time has gained in the speed.
(24/F/Living inside the poetry)
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