• _myscribblings 6w

    Counting on the days I've lived in different ways, fragmented in patterns
    some lost
    some caged.
    I have so much left to do
    just in case
    I didn't realized,
    you make sure I do.
    I felt being smother
    by my undone
    to whom I'll be answerable?
    I think I knew.
    Counting on the days I've lived in different ways
    I had you for a while
    that is all I've made
    now this heart is pale
    bruises all aged.
    but I just can't be a flow.
    Getting use too it
    or let it go.
    If now I'm not sure who I'm,
    I think I'll never know.

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