I've wrapped rock around my chest
in hopes that I could conceal this mess.
But amongst the laughter, the dry sarcasm,
the humility and the smiles,
a little bit of crimson streams down my cheeks.
Half a year has passed,
the wounds remain salted,
biting at my endeavored endurance,
but I can say that I smile for you.
Everyday, every second, every breath I take
with reverence.
I can't give you anything anymore.
Forgive me.
Please,
Just, forgive me.
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A collection of my thoughts.
Quote Of The Moment:
The curiosity that killed Schrödinger's cat was the only thing that kept him alive, matter of fact. When life takes your life away, how do you get it back?
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