My glass cup has always been full of such overwhelming anxiety that it sometimes drips out of the cup. despite trying to hold it all in. Yet it does not help how the rain clouds always appear out of nowhere and spill so many tears that it becomes a heavy burden upon its chest. No matter where the glass cup runs, it will always be followed by the unwelcoming clouds that hover over its uneasy body. However, the feeling of hollowness never seems to end to fright me even with so much collected water Overflowing inside
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The Writer's World Shall Continue
PoezjaThis is part 2 of one of my books called "The Writer's World". I hope you will enjoy continuing reading my passion for writing such words that I love to feel and write upon. ✍️ As I said, this is my part 2 of my continuing history of my poems throu...
