Stage 2

But the next day comes

And I find it better with people

If me -myself- and I

were to keep holding the boulder

It doesn’t matter and distracts,

when a few words from you, him, and her

make me work harder

 

But the day passes by

and I find I am still tacked

rather than filled and webbed with the

cracks

I can’t remember once I talk about it twice

thrice

What it was that made me sigh

And I realized that my mind

lies

 

H

 

 

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