Friday, 9 April 2021

eighteen flowers and I'm back again

the temptation to retrace my steps is overwhelming

I'm just a fraction of my old self, with my patience running thin, my energy levels depleting with time, my spirits in disarray

where am I

who am I

scrolling through my past made me realised I'm just a hollowed shell now

I'm sorry, I used to be more spontaneous, more fun, more risk-taking, more wild, more happy

such a shame

it's akin to paying for Spotify Premium but still getting ads

and if I fall apart, will I be forgiven?

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