break it up.
maybe it's time to stop.
to close my own eyes
and open it up again
only to found the reality
right in front of me.
it is time to stop.
no more thinking
and just let it all in.
eat it up
and gulp it down.
the old radio from the other day,
all our favorite sad, gloomy songs,
and the scrapbook on the scrap heap:
i will keep them all.
but, the time has come for me to stop. the feelings which can't be put into words, nor sorted prim and properly, only keep piling on and on until all of it become way too much, so much it broke me down. so let's break it up.
all of it.
all of me.
but, the time has come for me to stop. the feelings which can't be put into words, nor sorted prim and properly, only keep piling on and on until all of it become way too much, so much it broke me down. so let's break it up.
all of it.
all of me.
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