Sabtu, 28 Maret 2020

Weak. I was, I am.
Can't hold any pressure.
Fragile. I was, I am.
One tug I'm about to break.

In another time I was thinking.
God loves me.
But people don't.

Tears suddenly roll down my cheeks.
With no particular reason.
God, I'm so weak. 

Take me with you.


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