Help should be seen as seed (s).
What you do with it is the definition of your
character and the quality of the value you carry.

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The kisses taste sour.
The love feels different.

She asked, how many times
shall we run out of fingers
counting our sins?

We would be better off
if we pretend they don't exist,
he muttered under his breath.

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Graves speaks to those who listen.
It speaks to gravediggers,
those who stand at the threshold
of life, preparing bodies for departure,
and in their conversations,
the dead are silent.

Alone,
what remembrance they ask of us,
they do not say,

what remembrance lies in the emptiness of bones
they do not say.

So I write to them, not a song, not an offering
I write in the language of loneliness.

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Everytime you stabbed me,
I justified your actions.

What could be worse than
this pathetic love?

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What hurts more than distance
is becoming invisible to someone
who you were the world to.

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One day, you will meet someone
who will see the universe
that was knitted into your bones,
and the embers of galaxies
glow to life in your eyes.

And you will finally know
what love is supposed to feel like.
Until that day comes, never stop sailing.

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One day, you will
meet someone
who will see the universe
that was knitted
into your bones,
and the embers of galaxies
glow to life in your eyes.
And you will finally know
what love is supposed
to feel like.
Until that day comes,
never stop sailing.

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Just like the waves
that kiss the shore,
people will always
come and go.

Nothing remains the same
in a world that faces
change every day.

So when God tell you
"It's time to let go",
I hope you will have
the courage to do so.

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LET'S BE STRANGERS AGAIN

If only we could be strangers again
then perhaps things wouldn't be so strange
so we could meet again for the first time
and sit side by side, two different worlds apart.

Let's go back to when we have not learned our names
when our eyes would say 'hello'
but only our minds would respond
while our hearts gasped for breaths
and our chests drumming in unison.

Let's go back when we introduced our souls
when we shyly responded to texts
smiling as we typed the keys
when we spent hours choosing the coolest words to use
when it was only our souls we knew
and we were ready to give out the best.

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I mistook our sparks for fire,
but we were just matches that
burned out too quickly.

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