weak
i tell myself
it's nothing new
it's the same old pain
but yet
i don't know why i still
cry so much
hurt so much
when i expected it all along
i succumb to the pain
over and over again
when it happens
i still cry and hurt like it's the first
i can't understand myself
and i don't expect you to
i can't tell you why
i act this way
i can't tell you why
i'm so weak like i am
but just know that
i'm always sorry
for everything.
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how the universe works
Poetry"how does the universe work?" you asked me. i paused and thought for a moment. after a while, i decided on the truth. "you can never know. even if you learn it through the pain, you'll still be unable to know how the universe truly works. the univer...
