Sunday, January 20

this cycle.

You've tried so hard to let everything go behind
But patience runs out dry
Hits hard on that agony meter
Breaks down on glass shards
Just alone, you pick your bloody legs up.
You write "It's going to be fucking okay" all over your chalkboard.
You thought everything was alright
But you'd fall again

Cos everything's just blindfolded in this beginning.

I'm always waiting.

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