You'll be pleased to see how silent I've become.
Bottled up like an infinite reservoir.
Just for this sacred institution that I entered for a reason.. A necessary convenience.
I'm stabbed at with the finest blades of men.
Meant to endure my aching hands, healed n cut repeatedly from a perpetually broken and reassembled glass heart.
Wishing I can hold your hand but praying there is a distance apart.
Because I can't handle missing u more than I do.
I wanted to be friends but realized I can't.
Learnt from the best.
The best who got over me.
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