Underneath the guise of smile still grief reflects in my eyes, grudge still lurks inside this heart.
Felt so alive yet half dead when I walk towards your way, thou a nonchalant feeling are what I am wearing when I met your stares.
I saw you, kind of helpless and as frigid as I can be but it was just a reflection of myself that I saw upon your eyes that gave a sudden affliction into rush.
My sadden were beneath your sufferings, I stand close and held your hands and half breathed unto your ear,
“Please die so I can write about it, but not now”
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