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#Day31 The lake in my city burst today, Its water

#Day31 The lake in my city burst today, Its water traveled beyond its boundaries, It was filled to its brim, and then burst, And people in my city celebrated that, For it happened after five long years of waiting. I think my heart is that lake, And the water, my emotions, But my emotions never burst, They don't go beyond their boundaries, They fill my heart to its brim, But people around me, instead of celebrating, Advise me to make my heart huge, So that it can endure and ensure that my emotions don't forget their place. My emotions- they have been trying to break Their boundaries for a Millenium, But they don't succeed, The people won't celebrate my heart's outburst, They would criticize it. I envy the lake in my city, It can break its own boundaries after five years, But I can't. I can never. Only sometimes, some drops of my emotions travel down Through my heartbeat and to my pen, To smear as the drops of ink on my journal. I call it a poem. The lake in my city burst today, Its water traveled beyond its boundaries, It was filled to its brim, and then burst, And people in my city celebrated that, For it happened after five long years of waiting. I think my heart is that lake, And the water, my emotions,
#Day31 The lake in my city burst today, Its water traveled beyond its boundaries, It was filled to its brim, and then burst, And people in my city celebrated that, For it happened after five long years of waiting. I think my heart is that lake, And the water, my emotions, But my emotions never burst, They don't go beyond their boundaries, They fill my heart to its brim, But people around me, instead of celebrating, Advise me to make my heart huge, So that it can endure and ensure that my emotions don't forget their place. My emotions- they have been trying to break Their boundaries for a Millenium, But they don't succeed, The people won't celebrate my heart's outburst, They would criticize it. I envy the lake in my city, It can break its own boundaries after five years, But I can't. I can never. Only sometimes, some drops of my emotions travel down Through my heartbeat and to my pen, To smear as the drops of ink on my journal. I call it a poem. The lake in my city burst today, Its water traveled beyond its boundaries, It was filled to its brim, and then burst, And people in my city celebrated that, For it happened after five long years of waiting. I think my heart is that lake, And the water, my emotions,
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