it's confusing, you know.
how your trust is sinking so, so low.
your feeling shrinks to the level of numb.
but you know it's not the same with everybody you bump.
your trust issue has becoming more of a dilemma.
it changes its own emotion and decision in a speed of a puma.
a little voice in your head keep telling you to listen.
so you sit there, thinking and coming up with a question.
one that you hope will help you with what to do.
because—come on, listen to who?
—gc
[ the voices inside my head ]
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Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
