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Can time heal so much
That I miss the whole of my heart,
Beating, aching,and weeping
While looking at those- once open wounds?
Only that they're just scars now.
'How long will I have hollow nights,
Ghosts haunting at the encounter love?',
The question, still alive, just a less frequent visitor now.
I'm alone, in a wind of what if's
Breezing through a damp memory lane.
Strange, I have to remember the reasons behind
Our present, my decisions, double guessing myself (again)-
Looking for a star in a cloudy night,
And how I'm here again.
Well, at least it makes me feel human,
It reminds me, I erred,
It reminds me you did too.
I just don't know how I forgave you,
Or at least some of you.
I know I do, little by little
But you too keep reminding me of all the reasons,
All the reasons I shouldn't.
Maybe it's time taking my decisions again.
Some times you just heal too much,
Or just enough to be unable
to keep bleeding all over people in indignance.
You just choose peace over ethicality,
Emptiness over chaos.
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