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He is made up of pieces of poetry,
Glued together, trying to make some sense.
Whilst trying to gather himself,
Echoes the voice, your time is up!

You know the night is the perfect sphere,
To scribble art, taking pen and paper.
They come to die in agony,
Hoping to be born again healed.
Echoes the voice, you live only once!

Sometimes I wakeup in the same body,
But I'm unsure if my mind is my own,
I fold my feelings untill there is nothing to see.
But my eyes whisper all the truths,
And i shout all the possible lies.
Passing by the mountains of my heart,
Echoes the voice, you have passed away!

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Tell me how to bid
a GOOD BYE?

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Love! You carry on loving yourself,
I'm just unloving rest of the world.

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Tribulated souls were the true lovers,
The Graveyard witnessed!

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