Exponentia Liber

Chapter 42 - A rocket to the moon

It's falling,

Gracefully calling.

I hate it.

How I wish to have your attention.

And I don't have it,

Because I'm just a coward.

Who can't speak how she really feels.

The articulation of words crumble.

As the heart rumbles.

And all I wish is to just 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬.

To be quiet.

It is violent.

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