To be honest, I don’t feel anything anymore.
And that’s what I fear the most: to lose everything,
and to fail feeling the emotions
after keeping them for too long.
They have always wanted to lash out,
to scream, to be free, and heard.
I just wouldn't let them
because it will definitely be chaotic.
But I realized that forcing them to stay in my chest
is much worse than letting them unleashed.
It feels like a terrible phlegm
that won't clear out.
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't seek help with picking the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. I want for us to cease believing that we are just inconvenience for others. I wrote this book as raw a...
