How it is the time to shed my mask,
And cut open my scars ,
To let the dam gates flow ,
And summon the demons ,
To cling on tight to the fading life,
And wait for tomorrow-
- to put a new mask on.

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The blue waves hurl to the beach floor,
But are unable to stay there,
They try to hug the land they see,
Yet are left with dispair.

Memories of you are like the hurling waves,
And I am like the static beach sand,
I wait for you to reach me, all day,
But in the end,all I can be is dry land.

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That the red colour on the blankets,
Was the stain of my bleeding heart.
That i was drowning in my own blood,
And couldn't seek you for help.

I'll never tell you,
The nightmares every night,
And that your arms weren't at my sight.
When I plunged for it you fled,
Leaving the colour on my blankets to remain red.

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We do not see things as they are,
We analyze them based on how we are.

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In all peace, after the day's rush.
Let the crickets chirp, while you hush.
The night gets better, Tomorrow will glow,
Hold on a little longer, life is just a drifting snow.

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Hoping it would erase away the memories,
That they would ease away the pain,
So that It won't hurt me anymore,
So that I will loose that part of my memory,
But no, now that I know,
The only way to not feel something is to stop feeling itself.

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Happily ever after is a myth,
Dark days consume you
without leaving a bit.
There isn't anyone
whom you can deal it with.

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The blue sky, blushing in the horizon,
The chirpy birds creating a symphony,
The green carpet swaying cheerfully,
The roaring rivers playing rocks,
And the moon walking down the aile, with his white coat on.

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My wounds have healed,
Just the scars are visible.
I'll hold on to you,
Will you remove them, still being feeble?

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A gateway to another world,
Which is comfy and cold.

The only people in there, are you and those in the book,
And one character from there forever stays in your heart's nook.

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