It would always appear in every page i turn to.
It's something I would run away from. At the same time look for.
It's something I locked inside my mouth yet somehow it manages to escape.
And every escape was a suspicous entrance to somehere called my thoughts, my mind, my dreams and worse... my heart.
the feeling so unsure and so disturbing. the darkness that brings such chills that crawls down my spine. the familiar voices and lines, the past, and everything else.
I found them all in that treasure box.
The box buried under the sand, every grain was the tear drop i wasted on you. The box that was covered by the fear of letting go. Covering every unwanted memory and locking up every word I left unsaid.
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