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“ does magic exist? ”
the first time i heard his voice, it took me to a place i've never seen before. a place that gives peace and comfort to my soul. it felt so relief and... and...oh my, i can't even explain it properly!
the first time he reached for my hand, strange butterflies gone wild into my system. it felt like everything in my nervous system moved fast; the flow of my blood, my heart, argh!...everything.
that made him became a part of my heart.
the first time he bid his goodbye, ohh it still hurts. his voice giving me comfort gave me nightmares. his hand making my system act strange made me think to stop living.
he became part of me and left me with his part, making me incomplete.
“ does magic exist? ”
“ yes, it exists...
...and quickly vanishes.”
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Proses with its Roses
PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
