The Irony
It is often during nights like these that my heart aches with an upsetting realisation that seemed to worsen the void.
During times like these that I wished I could shed tears a little freely .
It is during moments like these I curl like a caterpillar stuck inside a golden trap ... Waiting for the moment when a wandering eye catches sight of the dreadful beauty ...
Of a life lost in an amber .
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