Breaking the Bottle

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my feet felt like stepping on floating sands

even my words had become unrefined

i keep telling myself

this isn't me

i am good

i can't give in to this obscurity

but virtues had became obsolete

my thoughts became a maelstrom of craze

like a wanton revelry of the devils

my heart beginning to wane

disintegrating into miniscule of dusts

blown away by the passing gust

this demise

devouring me inside

hatred and lust are my only drug

to make this agonizing pain just bareble

such abstruse feelings

giving birth to an abysmal anguish

i don't want to hate you

i know that i seemed insipid

i have my own subtle way of expressing and preserving love

oh yeah, you don't know that

but regardless

did i really deserve such apathy and rejection?

for all the things i've been bottling up inside before

i wanna break it out to you

because everything that i hold on to and believed in

all this time

vanished

gone

dissappered

as if it was only an elusion

created by my own ideal

not yours

not ours

mine and mine alone

i was a fool to believe that it was ours all this time

and because of that

my heart disembodied from this soul

i don't know what to feel anymore

empty

yes

null

nil

naught

nada

void

leaving behind only one thing

a question

aren't you afraid of losing me?






Degree of Retardness--=> @ @ @ @ @ * * * * *
Validity of Truth-----=> @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ *
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