As the heavens embraced the darkness. As the lamp posts tries to fill the absence of light at the middle of the night, all I can see is the emptiness of my every tomorrow, and the what ifs of my every yesterday.
I tired to trace the footsteps I took at the back of my mind, maybe that way I will find a part of me before.
I tried to bleed words, hoping they would somehow bring back what I lost. But, all of my efforts only leads me to the very reason of my miserable life—myself.
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once upon a poetry
Poetryjust some stupid poetry and prose i wrote during late nights and rainy afternoons