Rumbling sounds, ferociously thinking. Like a wine that overflows inside your veins, leading you to drunkenness that causes you to be astray. You fell to the ground, feeling how rough the dirt was beneath you. It's like the emotions you kept deep within you, the rusty sensations that itches. Making you groan and flinched, how hard it is to be. Feeling the rowdy moments as you venture your life with no ending. The longing of aid was never initiated to do in the first place, where it lies ahead in a unrefined outcome.
©lareia
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