i crumble into streams and rivers with uncontrollable shivers.
and when i thought i gathered myself already,
the arm which pulled me back from the door,
gathered me to my source of warm and love.
And the cycle continues... ...
What's more wonderful about it was that
pillows and bolsters fight we're bound to,
happy smacking physical pain we inflict each time
laughed and jeered with each try of cheat and mischief,
ended up with cold dark room of a bigger picture.
I held it all in without fail,
a try or two they had tried to fall,
strong-willed and prideful i am,
none of this ever came to my wildest dreams,
to fall into the arms i fell out of.
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