Is all I ask for
To decorate my braids,
Lighten up the dark days,
Keep me warm
In this cold world,
And scorch anyone
Who dares to touch me
Against my will

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You are only as strong as
Your worst weakness.
You are only as fragile as
Your best strength.

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Death kills only the living
And life, is simply
A definite courtship of death

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Return to me like
The waves returns to the ocean
The fragrance returns to the flowers
The shadows return in the light
Return to me like
The seeds return to the Earth
The silt returns to the riverbanks
The embers return to flame
Return to me like
You and I
Were never apart,
As if we were mere parts
Of the same soul
Cursed to roam the wretched streets
Alone,
In each other's search,
Return to me like
The stars return in the night.
Return to me.

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You miss the me
You fabricated in your mind
To be your punching bag
For all your temper tantrums
And I'm glad
I chose me, I left
And returned
To myself
From a faraway land
I tried to build my home.

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I'm reminded of you
And how you always
Scatter everyone's opinions
Only because you stand on
The higher ground,
Built by the ones
Whose voice you muffle
With that powerful voice of yours
Which you only abuse.

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When you smile unconsciously
And abruptly stop
And condemn yourself
For existing,
How do I tell you
That our entire existence
Is condemned
And the least we can do
For ourselves would be to
Allow ourselves to exist
And smile,
Whenever our hearts yearn to

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the darkness becomes noticeable
and cries for our attention
to be soothed and held
and not abandoned
yet we let our demons be
and gnaw at our skins
all through the night
instead of even thinking about
healing our Past selves
we let our wounds fester,
within the walls of solitude ee built around us
to keep the demons at bay,
we became to keep ourselves at bay
from being humane.

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Composed by the brave
And sung by the valiant
Without any compromise
Without missing a beat
With the ability
To make and break homes
And raise uncomfortable questions
And shatter hearts
And also ultimately heal
All the wounds
And the bloodshed

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Is the shadow of the moon,
Ever present in a crescent
Lighting me up with a smile
When I'm low
And holding my hands
While I walk alone
On the sidewalks
Of the bustling city
Through gardens and potholes,
Always residing in my heart
In its fullest form
Always shining light,
Always leading my path
While I learn and unlearn
My biases
Through the maze of life.

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