Love drains my soul, heart, body,
mixing with the water of my teardrops.
I’m left carrying a heavy burden—
missed melodies, sorry melancholy.
Whispering to the heavens, “What did I do?”
but bracing for karma to flash before
my heavy eyes.
Strap in.
Let’s get ready for this ride.
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