I contain my feelings into a container that was once full.
Each time it flows out, I try to keep it close so because I'm afraid one day all the contents in the container will be empty and end up in a pool of misery, again. Sleepless nights, mind haunted by memories and tears from the heart.
Somehow I'm not trying to think that it is a curse. It all goes like a cycle. A cycle that plays itself every two months but with different individuals.
Somehow I'm not trying to think that it is a curse. It all goes like a cycle. A cycle that plays itself every two months but with different individuals.
The actions are the same,
the words are the same,
the pasts are the same
&
ends the same.
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