Is the word i scribble on the random sheets of paper i find.
I seek the pain of not
Knowing what the emotion is.
But it is too late.
So i let loose without his permission
And stole a liquor bottle from my father.
Nothing was wrong.
But the thought of bottling up my love
Was too much for right now.
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11:52 P.M.
Poetryfor once in her life, she had something to live for bangtan © SACCHARINEYKH
