I'm tired of love.
Hate me,
lust over me,
destroy me,
and leave me after you get tired of me.
That way,
you'll at least seem real to me.

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My eyes are wide awake,
longing for you,
since God knows when.

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I'll love you,
till I run out of breathe,
forever.

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I wish you understood,
that it's tough for me too.

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//You were a bunch of flowers, that reeked of disgust.//

T.R.I.G.G.E.R.W.A.R.N.I.N.G
You are there for everyone. Be it the good or the bad, you see something so unique in everyone, that you can't help but point that out and wish treasures of pleasures made up of their uniqueness.

They praise you in the name of Gods who took step on this planet but were humble enough to not reveal their truest identities to anyone for the matter, warmly accepting their paybacks with all open arms.

They buried you into bunchs of flowers amidst myriads of chaotic civilizations,
that reeked of disgust of their crimes,
which,
even they know can't be forgotten at all,
but in the name of Gods and your humbleness,
they feel that there exists no sin
that can't be forgotten.

And they chant your name there,
over and over,
with bloody hands and dirty feet,
not recognizing that you don't even exist,
to begin with.

#myriad

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