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This is too much.

I can’t take much of you anymore.

I need to go and hide in my small nook.



Here in the comfort room.

I’ll leave the water running,

So you won’t hear me crying.



This is too much.

I can’t bear this loneliness anymore.

I am getting tired of hearing myself.



Here in the comfort room.

I’ll leave the shower gushing,

So I can’t hear me sobbing.



This is too much.

Water is running dry,

But my tears kept falling by



On the palm of my hands

To my wrist…my wrist.

So beautiful, pale, and cold…what if…



This is too much.

Dripping of the water echoes on the walls…

I need to get out of here.



Here in the comfort room.

I’ll never be defeated by you.

And I’ll never be a victim of myself.