Destiny, fiddles blade on this crumpled living corpse.
Wanna discover? Oops, you can't.
My heart has learnt to conceal the scars.

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Cotton, already soaked up with the dreadful memories
Dear, future,
My pillow fears to deal with the anguishes again.

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11:11 Wish
(Caption)

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Every night,
She read stories
To the moon
Under the sky.

Story of her
Eternal love
Which makes him
Cry.

Tears teetered
His vision
As she discloses
Her love for him.

The moon's kisses
On her blemishes
Looked luxuriously
Prim.

They share
A relation, unarticulated.

Catching sight of their togetherness,

The Chukar appears,
Swivelling a lantern,

To witness their passion
Under the night shed.

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Perished inside the pessimistic thoughts
My spirit sing
All the solitary songs.

Holding my scream
I can't help my eyes
Flooding the bloodstream.

Run and run, struggling to escape
Collecting the fragments
To provide it with a shape.

I am running on empty.

Can't discover a place to hide.
I beseech myself
To continue this self-fight.

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Turning me blue :)

I don't wear a mask
To shell my real self.
My two different versions,
Are paradox in themselves.

I am elegant, steady and sympathetic.
And then I can be,
Gauche, fluctuating and miserably pathetic.

I hide under the desk
When the monsters haunt me.
You will never get to recognize
The demon dwells inside me.

Your eyes see what I show you.
My soul undergoes with the pain
Turning me blue.

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The demon knows your place.

Ssshh!
He is laying beside me,
Digging his pointy nail.
Don't come to me,
Else he will fasten your body
With his extended, harsh rope-like tail.

Ssshh!
Don't render any noise,
He will suck the blood out of your heart.
I am his casualty now
Soon he will shred my soul apart.

Ssshh!
Darkness is his residence.
Takes shelter within the human's soul.
He dwells beneath the ground.
Damaging me is his only goal.

Ssshh!
With a vicious grin, he is greeting you,
"Welcome to the world of demons
My son got a new prey."

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Every night, I glance at the sky
To catch a glimpse of you.

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"The moon is mine"

Praising your beauty
Won't be less than stupidity.
Coz love, you aren't made to be praised
You are made to be loved.

The relation we both have
Is something humans always crave for.
I WONDER,
How lucky I am to be yours
And how unlucky they are who just allures
US TOGETHER.

People say that lunar eclipse is when
The moon suffers from difficulty.
If it's true, then love,
Tonight i will suffer with you.

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Happy Birthday

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