Confession #2

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I'd rather choose grief than to be a slave of false hopes,

I'd rather keep everything in silence than to be a real man.

Holding on to what was true just added more pain,

Painful that it kills and made me realize how unbearable it was.

But, I was barely hanging on til' cold miserable nights,

Even there were no presence of stars and comets.

My world does not only revolve around you.

But, why was I rotating on your axis?

When I knew that I'll end up having scars in my heart.

You made me change the narrative and looked how the story turned out,

I've turned into a ticking time bomb, tryna convince,
And wanting to let myself explode in no time.

It was unusual of me to do reckless things.

Why would you become recklessly kind as well?

Now that I'm burning with flames,

Why you only watched me burn to ashes?

Can you find my missing parts that have been shattered into pieces?

Cause I'm puzzled that I can't solve any puzzles .

Never knew that love would be too sweet for me,

Kind of sweet that it made me sweat when I tried chasing efforts.

One of a kind experience that's only hurting me when I think about how it would end.

Just the thought of being on the one side alone,

It only reminds me of how I used to romanticize the comfort of loneliness.

But, I wasn't unhappy because it's the feeling of being shredded I seek thee.

I wanna run away and forget how I ran into you.

But, it was something worthy to be kept.

Cause it was my first, my first time to be genuine for how I feel.

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