There are definitely better writers than you,
But they are not narrating the tale you want to.

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Still looking for myself in the sea of pretenses.

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How can I not love the ground,
when each fall increases my strength?
The hurt might be intolerable,
But I'd be lying if I said I didn't love
The applause, the shock of people
when they see me standing again.

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I don't believe in the ghosts of the dead,
Just the horrors of the living.

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My poems search for
the shiniest similes,
Marvellous metaphors
to convey my emotions.
But the more I write,
the more I realise
It's the simplest words
that touch the soul
and transform the heart.

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You won't find anything but honesty here.
I wonder, if that's the reason why it's so bitter.

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Time is tricky,
It clears everything.
Yet it also,
Covers everything.

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The ink spills a little too much these days, mixing with the tears that fall before the strokes of pen get a chance to dry. I wish sometimes, the salty water would fade my emotions just at it fades the intense ink on paper.

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I'm not okay
Three words
Nine letters
Yet
So hard to
convey.

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I'm so tired of fine lines
and all your tiny letters
Trying to find rhyme
in the pieces you write.
Can't you see?
I'm exhausted of this
masquerade
Of trying to guess if you
Hold my heart or
the killer's spade.
Just tell me if you're
a friend or foe.
Please, just let me go.

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