When I spend night with my friends
I tend to forget all the memories the pain
And simply my smile comes out again

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Mornings come with the regret of waking up yet another day, simply to face the pain of the past over and over again

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We all say
Love is a flame
Yet we complain
When it burns us

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I wither like the way most flowers do these days, under the scorching truth of life that burns me
Scarring my life for eternity

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Just the two of us spending quality time

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There comes a point in life, when all you can do is wish the best for those you love, even if you won’t be around to see and celebrate them.

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The transition from
Talking too much
To going radio silent
Shows just how much
A person can die inside

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Just wish them the best
Wish them peace and
Move on with love

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The small things stop mattering too much
You don’t sing in the shower anymore
You don’t dance your heart out
You don’t take pictures anymore
Heck even basic needs don’t matter
But I guess in the end
The small thing’s always matter

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And perhaps the only way to bloom sometimes,
Is to fall and crash and burn completely inside

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