I still look at you like
You are the most beautiful poem
ever written.

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How often do you think about death? Not in the sense of committing suicide. By thinking about death I mean, thinking what happens when you die? Thinking that you can die at any moment. Thinking that what will be your last words to every favourite person of yours.

I sometimes think that if I die today. How will I be remembered or how long will I be remembered. Will I be easy to forget or will it take a hell lot of time or will I never be forgotten.

But the question I’m most scared is was I enough when I lived.

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Sometimes we tend to choose easy
over love.

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Sometimes you feel that pain again. The scars starts aching and wounds bleeding. You want to cry but there are no tears left, so now you have to deal with this pain without crying.

They say time heals, but what time does is that it hides the pain with layers of new memories.

Sometimes the pain leaks out and spreads all over the heart. Heart pumps that pain into every corner of the body.

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I'm looking at the sun.
He's smiling. Turning red. Blushing.
He knows I'm thinking about you.
Even the universe know
how much I love you

I wish I could tell you,
how much I love you.
I wish I could tell you,
That moon envy you,
That stars stop twinkling
Everytime I told them about
your twinkling eyes.
And flowers! They bloom
everytime I say your name.
I wish I could tell you.
how much I love you,
In ways you understand.

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I....I look at the man, the bullet went right through his head, blood splattered on the wall, there's a mirror in the living room I turned and saw myself, bathed in blood but it's not his blood it's mine, my head hurts the blood is dripping like water from broken tap one drop per minute. I put my hand on the wound, it hurts. suddenly I fell on the floor. I see flashbacks of people laughing. I see a 11 year old boy and a beautiful woman sitting at dinner table. Now I see myself tied to a chair. Beaten to death. I remember now I killed this man because he hurt my family. I closed my eyes and went to sleep right there on the floor in the pool of blood.

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Come meet me
in my dreams, Darling.
Because it's the only
place I'm alive.

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I hear you, Cloudy.
Your sobs.
Your eyes go numb.

Nobody understands
how it feels to be among seen by
everyone but not noticed by no one.

Cloudy, if you want to break down
then do it.
Only after that you'll feel light
and float in the air.

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There isn't any,
And you still feel it.

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Embrace each moment
like a long lost lover.

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