He was like the breathe she held onto,
She had to let go to survive...

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Who works hard for it,
Who dreams about it,
And Who smiles thinking of it

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When I am sad,
As if mourning with my thoughts,
But as I smile,
It curves it's lips too,
As if happy to see me so,
My loneliness seems less then,
As if I have someone by me

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To write daily to feel at ease with it.
Or to not write at all to really miss it.

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Even the best tea is bitter at the bottom of the cup

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Are my possessions,
The sleepless nights I chase my dreams,
The early mornings that kept me going,
They tell stories that my lips don't,
They talk about my drive

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I saw little improvements in me,
I smiled a little more,
I achieved more success,
I was truly happy,
And frowned a little less.

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'But darling, I never felt sorry for you.'

'Then what do I see in your eyes when you look at me.'

'Love. Pride. Contentment.'
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.
.
'I think I feel.it now.'

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The crystal Thorns,
They seemed to have on them,
From the flattering empty words,
Finding the harsh yet beautiful truths,
They would never give.

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Cry are injured,
They just need a release
Of those pent up times

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