I AM A HOUSE WHOSE WINDOWS ACHES
1) I am like a house whose windows aches when it rains, I always get repainted when I look unfurnished but I love that smell of the old paint even if it leaves scars on my walls . I don't know if I can bear all this or I will fall someday from a landslide of losses that I have kept building within myself for decades and centuries and Trinities.
2) We all say, life goes on, but actually where does it go?
2) We all say, life goes on, but actually where does it go?
In the hearts of people who bemoan the departure of their beloved
or in the heads of people who still wish they could have acted differently that certain day.
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