Why is it like this? A constant of pouring… Where a stream of consciousness becomes a river. Which a river of thoughts impinges a tear. When I’m drowned by the notion of just your name…
I thought it would end, and that my heart would empty. That time will make me stronger with each blow dealt in between. That all the pain would bled off completely. That I would finally feel peace from all these precarious relationships.
Instead of this never ending…
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