The sweet that once tasted good;
Now taste bitter.
The memories once I enjoyed;
Turned into a dream.
The unknown number was once my
favorite contact.
The blocked chat was once my most awaited replies.
If it's not you, then it will never be anyone else.
All those which you showed me true,
All the things that I left behind for you,
Were lost in the woods by a kid.
The kid who lost his way home:
Now, standing alone in the rain between the sea...

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Try to hold a hand for once.
No words, no worries.
No past, no future.
Let the fire froze,
And the frozen melt,
Let that hand teach you the art of calmness;
Let it take all your insecurities;
Let it make you breathe some warm air;
Let it shower you with the love you gave
and with all the love you need...

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The fire has put down,
But the smoke killed him...

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The night and her waited for him,
For him to come and for him to sing.
But he who came was waiting for a goodbye,
So they who awaited gave him a peaceful night.

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The door is open,
Open wide enough to let her in.
She knows it's only open for her to leap,
But she was afraid to take a step in...
The door never called her in but waited for her to enter,
Which never made sense for her to go,
As she only saw the darkness that refused to show her the light .

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It doesn't matter if he isn't a magician,
It doesn't matter if he was no warrior,
It's ok if he is not from the neverland,
And I'll manage if he doesn't like to talk more...
As long as he walks behind me and holds my hands when needed,
That's all it takes to call him mine, and be his friend...

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All things will come to an end,
If it was good and aluring.
It was meant to touch millions of hearts,
So, don't try to hold its train.
Let it go to where it wants to.
It will come back home someday,
For you to hold its hand to leave it again.

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The skies blushed when the sun rose.
The cloulds cried when the moon slept.
The flowers died when the wind's gone.
The heart sank when he sang her a song.

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To the hand that holds mine;
Which is trying not to let go:
This hurts me the more,
The more that makes my heart frightened,
The more that makes my eyes weak before yours,
The more that makes my hands shake instead of embracing yours,
Let it go now as it can only cheat my eyes,
But not my heart to shatter around;
Which can prove me all wrong again...
Yes, I agree. I'm frightened for one more time...

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11 hours of call become 11 minutes of interview,
Slow and steady conversations became hurry, burry duty sessions.
I wonder if it's time playing or me who took it very seriously!
I'll call you when I want peace had became I called you to fulfill my regular checkup....
So is this us which will follow for the next few years?

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