It is February
- the second month of the year;
Same old story,
fear of things: present and future;
Why am I here?
Gripping tightly on things bound to be lost
- things: will eventually,
become memories so distant in the past
that we thought they were dreams
conceived by the fragile mind,
trying desperately to relive those moments;
past and gone.
p.s: Because life is complex.
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