To see what’s in trouble, I should go in troubles.
I hurts me, I hurts us. I hurts you, exactly.
I’m watching you, in your unconsciousness.
You’ll never know that butterfly in my tummy was growth…
Constantly,
Consistently,
Continually.
You.
I keep everything, in silence.
You say you’re getting hurt, you sad, ‘till you mock up at me.
But now you’re leaving…
And I’m …
Just can’t make sure that I’ve wrote the last word in a super tiny size.
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Malang, July 18th 2017. Flash fiction, third experiment.
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