The Thousand Times

Either where this feeling should be my place.
I'm floating between the longing and the great disappointment.
I want to talk, I want you to know about my longing and my wounds. But the word seemed to vanish.
I'm like someone who can't say. Every sentence I've worked hard in my heart, I swallow again.
Bitter taste, if you know I secretly always call your name in prayer and I feel a strange vibration in my chest every name is read, voiced or not. A kind of fun but interfered with a peculiar sense of unfamiliarity. I don't know what kind of strange feelings it is.

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