In my life, like these medicines.
First, my emotions come together,
They mix in special machines,
My emotions are shaped in a pressure machine,
And they turn into love.
Then they let me wait, my love.
They bring me to the right consistency.After a certain time,
I am taken to a special room,
My emotions are spread into a drum,
I am poured into a machine that will take my shape scoop by scoop inside the drum.
That machine packs me into my mold and you...You box me up, tie me up, put me in a box, and send me as a pallet from your life...
I experience the pain and consequence of not being able to show my love in this way!
12:31
20.08.2020
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