"This is my goodbye,

To our good memories
and our bad,

To our inside jokes and the
ones we never quite got,

And to all the what-ifs we had
and all the plans we made."

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Every night I end
Many of my previous lives
For the next morning to rise
And a better version of me shall survive
Then again at night I shall fight
Just so I could stay alive
For another day , another life — % &

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The biggest suspense of my life is that...

I Don't know that who is praying and playing against me.

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Our limits extend well beyond
our limbs, even our mind
and years,
from the unseen source
of some crazy faith
we lead and follow
blindly with open eyes
towards what we
can't let go
and can't unseen.

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If only life had something
like wandering store clerks
who asks over and over,

Can I help you
with anything?

Or Maybe without the
name tags they're just
called friends.

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When you've been through
Something like
Heartbreak or
Loss
You'd think
The second time around
Would be easier.

But,
each time
It's a different soul
A different place,
A different face.

You've only learned
How to manage the symptoms
But not the loss.

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Stumbling~
I tend to stumble over myself, my own two feet, my words, like I am always in my way, words seem so insignificant when trying to explain, as if twenty-six letters could ever give away the essence of my feelings, I wish I could take your hand and walk you through my mind, this abstract inner world where birds sprout flowers with their wings and blossoms sing in harmony where golden sunsets last all day and lilac clouds look down on me wondering what I'll become, anything is possible here, my potential as limitless as the seams of the universe, if only this confidence didn't leave upon exiting my head.

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is it really my fault
that you've made up a version of me that only the chemicals in your brain could justify?
you've made me nonhuman
incapable of making mistakes just so you can use my missteps as bullets
and watch me fall
from the pedestal you've put me on

don't crown me your queen if you're not ready to stand beside me

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We stick to plastic rose
man-made, ugly, so much dead
scared to live the rose's way
scared to live a life in red

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Sometimes you wonder
why time steals it all away
but remember, it was you
who chose not to stay.

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