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PEACH, 2021
#4

boom

isn’t it unfair,
how you do one’s utmost not to hurt someone,
solicitous encircling their feelings,
just so they wouldn’t bother to care for yours.

your satisfying words,
urging people to be kind,
I yearn for you to tell that to yourself too,
what’s your excuse?

laugh doesn’t always equals to happy,

you would know it best,
what about me?
am I not encompassed in your thoughts?

often times I would tell myself to forgive,
you are sick, you’re unstable,
but my bomb is the same as every bomb,
with the same desire to go off.