Musings, Shorts

The sea is a graveyard for broken hearts.
The heart is a graveyard for broken dreams or is it unanswered letters?
Love is a graveyard for broken friendships.

All I could see are graveyards. Tombstones. Mausoleums.

When I have nothing to be happy for, I think of the fact that I will be ending in fire, this gives me enough happiness. My body already buries so much within itself. It should all end with me.

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