Sometimes, I just wish I had someone to talk to.

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"What is the biggest lie you have learnt in life?"
"Love is going to be enough to save you."

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Bottles, cigarettes and feelings.
Crumpled papers in the corner.
Death couldn't kill, but love did.

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Like a tornado that uproots everything from the ground,
Let me be a lightning which strikes your heart once.

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As life slips away, I called out your name
You were here yesterday, but where are you now?

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Tonight, my heart will give up and I will not breathe again,
If there is something left from my side, the Universe will deliver it for me.

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To a dream which was mine yesterday,
I have said goodbye, but you couldn't hear it.

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Darkness has arrived again
It is knocking at my door,
My old acquaintance,
Let us get drunk
With a bottle of bourbon
And smoke the night away
With a cigarette or two,
While we talk about our lives,
About how you're doing,
Where have you been,
And whether you made some new friends?
I thought about writing to you,
My ink hasn't bled your name
In a very long time,
You have given me your name,
And I feel like I haven't done it justice
These past few weeks.
I am not myself anymore,
Something inside me has switched
And I haven't been the same since then.
Will you come and save me again,
Just like you did when the lights blinded my vision,
When the optimism was sucking
The life out of me?
Will you be there to hold my hand
In a world so consumed with toxic love,
Taking me to the other side,
Where nothing collides?

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What if I said I could reverse time,
Would you go on a ride with me for one last time?
(Caption)

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The mirror clapped back at me today,
I tried to resuscitate my heart,
But it is of no use now.
Weren't you that person who bleeds words,
And poems from your soul once?
What happened to you now?
If only you know how my pen dries up,
And the paper shreds itself into pieces
Whenever I start to write.
Do you think my heart doesn't want to?
Do you think I will just give up easily?
How do I explain to myself,
What I'm losing when I don't even know what I have.
How can my poetry be so dead?
They don't sound beautiful anymore.
Everything that comes out now is an ugly strand of words,
Neither do they make sense nor do they live
Long enough to see the next hour.
Will it hurt when I realise the fact that
Just like my heart,
My words are now broken too.

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