To the core did I begin
To hate my reflection

You did look deeper
Thought I was deserving.

And I gave myself to you.
No, that's not what hurts.

The fact that now
You think the same.

That surely does hurt
More than what I think.

Yes, that's what hurts.

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Life to some stagnant river
Carrying the guilt
Instead of washing it away.
Drop doesn't reach
Where it must.
Not the river did
Nor did the eyes wept.
Slipping away into a place
Unknown unseen
Guilt caged and stopped
Holding onto the riverbed.

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As long as I do crave for it
It is mine.

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Thought I had no stories to tell.
Later realised that
I had no people to tell them to.
Then I found you.

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Another dimension
It seems that you live.
Time where doesn't move
Doesn't live.

And where time stops
Life doesn't move.
Footprints don't exist
And there is no 'ahead'.

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A lot happen for a reason
and a lot more without any.
In the midst of excuses
I gave myself to grow
You made a heroic entrance
With no reason
And gave a reason to
Tell myself the actual truth
That I for many years denied.

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And when the sky falls
I will leave you
I will see you
Flying across rivers
To come find me
To save me
Because thats who you are
You are my saviour
And I am your home.
We both need each other
But probably for different reasons.

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It’s the fact that you can be hurt
means that you have life inside you.

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Isn’t all that is natural is infact developed for survival?

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Is it not
That sometimes
Having all
Hurts too?

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