Fear in the form of deadly strong hands gripped my heart,
As I hear his voice, I forced myself to look up,
I met his eyes,
They were bright,
Like the oblivion I dive into at night.
A sin I'd gladly make.
Although the respect I promised for myself, for the future, for the ones guiding me till I'm old, till I'm ashes of mine own-
Made me blink away the orbs of oblivion.
Slipping past a chance of heartbreak,
Walking past a promise of good days.
-LovableConundrum
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P.s: Current update on my whereabout,
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Not on the waters, just at a restaurant chewing on prawn.
I took the picture. ❤
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