• poetic_catastrophe 10w

    Sinking

    The already gloomy morning get tainted by the shadow of your memories, my heart sink then start to break in more pieces than I thought it could because the very thing that brought me comfort, was now the thing to bring me pain. I lock myself up in an iron cage but that does not stop my heart from sinking into a bottomless pit; bitter and lonely.

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