In my life, like these medicines.
First, my emotions come together,
They mix in special machines,
My emotions are shaped in a pressure machine,
And they turn into love.
Then they let me wait, my love.
They bring me to the right consistency.
After a certain time,
I am taken to a special room,
My emotions are spread into a drum,
I am poured into a machine that will take my shape scoop by scoop inside the drum.
That machine packs me into my mold and you...
You box me up, tie me up, put me in a box, and send me as a pallet from your life...
I experience the pain and consequence of not being able to show my love in this way!
12:31
20.08.2020
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