Chương 42: A rocket to the moon
It's falling,
Gracefully calling.
I hate it.
How I wish to have your attention.
And I don't have it,
Because I'm just a coward.
Who can't speak how she really feels.
The articulation of words crumble.
As the heart rumbles.
And all I wish is to just 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬.
To be quiet.
It is violent.
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