sitting down.
the promise was taken.
it would not be done by the day of the red.
procrastinations.
inherent lack of strength.
a fall of plans.
a sense of loss.
"take a break", we cant afford.
placing a head down on the nested arms,
"dont be weak"
two eyes, revealed, glancing into space.
two eyes, dry and blinking as ever.
and ice, hidden within the heart, melting, drops of water that resembled tears.
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those calls. shouts?
a feign of ignorance.
more shouts.
stay still.
a sweeping wind, a bidding goodbye.
i lie down; i lied.
i wondered around.
familiar figures who extend their invitations again.
like a second chance.
dont like the quiet, dont like that lonely.
dont deny the chance.
my curse of controversy.
a rejection ensued.
its not that things are incomprehensible
a fear, mistrust, doubt, hence protection.
everything becomes shrouded and eventually locked.
dont cry, not when we knew we had choices we could make, but chose not to.
because to fight for peace itself is a controversy.
so life shall be accepted?
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