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How can I forget and let you go
when you found and still
holding my lost soul.
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You were the only one
who could read me so well
as if I am an open book
wherein ready to be read by anyone
and be published
with honor to whoever did.
...
People should know
how much I hate the world
with it's cruelty,
Within the screaming pains,
battles and deaths.
Forcefully swallowing the blinding
and deafening reality,
By intentionally jumping
into the pitfall of truths.
...
we used to hold onto things we shouldn't,
maybe it's time for us to learn to let go.
holding the knife in a wrong way,
were way too much for our innocence.
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I'm already on the edge
of the hope on the word
and the idea of – "us".
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You were the trigger of my vulnerability,
the silence of my inside chaos.
...
he made me love those things that I hate,
bringing out the best
and worst in me,
revived my artistry,
inspired me to do poetry,
he was my subject.
And he was “my reverie”,
'till he become my lost “dream”.
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You don't have the slightest idea
how much you've ruined me,
After forcing my broken pieces to be fixed.
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I'm an artist and a poet not by choice,
but by heart.
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He's my 11:11,
a dream that I wished upon a time.
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We kept it to ourselves until our lowest, until we become sync into the thin air but never in pages.
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"What if I just love the idea of love?"
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Life is a survival game.
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Empathy is the best thing that I could offer, my own kind of love language.
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[more to come...]
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Poetry"where everything is visible and possible." scenes, thoughts and poems that unconsciously popping out of my head.
