the funeral was all black clothes and white waxy faces
every one of them with puffed red eyes
especially me
the magnitude of despair in my eyes must be enormous
this world can't be all cream tea and scones
someone has to take out the trash
everything should be as grey and foggy as my emotions
it should be cold and damp with silent air
but the birds still sang and the flowers still bloomed
while dark clouds seemed to constantly loom over my head
i am alone, weak, in need of a protector, a guardian
in need of someone that loves and care about me just like how halmeoni does
taehyung-ah where are you
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i feel bad for not updating, mianhae
