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whenever he asks me, “what if you'll get tired? will you let go of my hand?” i would always smile bitterly, preparing my lips to utter truth.
what if i get tired? well then, ask yourself first, are you going to let me be it?
honey, i am raised by my mom with truths living in my stomach, so i'm going to spit some of it.
if i get tired, then i'm tired. my understanding capacity is a candle, which is as big as a rocketship. use me again and again and do the things that makes my capacity end, till i got finished.
i am not a superhero wearing those red, stupid capes. instead, i wear mindfulness, justice, bravery, and honesty.
never expect me to hold your hand if you're going to slip yours.
never expect an i love you once again if you had ignore mine hundred times.
i'm not a heartless one, but your actions are making me be it, then so be it.
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PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
