Are you there?
Is that your silhouette I see?
Then why does my heart wander,
Whenever someone pretty I see?
Do I really love you?
Or I thought I loved you when
my heart was a bit lonely.

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Why the one's we care about never stay?
Why we never care about the one's who stayed?

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People are nice, but I am not.
I push them away,
As they remind me that
I am not what I want.

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Oh I see you have waited for me,
I have moved on can't you see?
Your loving words,
Don't crave me no more.
Even those beautiful eyes,
Can't pierce me any more.
Love was never mutual,
Nothing ever seemed to win you over.
My disdain and and creepy looks,
Only repeled you dear.
It's alright I am over it,
While it seems you went into it.
Your apologies doesn't ring any bells,
Why? You should know
You were the one,
Turned my heart cold and cynical.

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Whenever I am alone and I close my eyes, I see a person at a mysterious dark place,staring at something with a mask mumbling and weeping.
Dressed in a suite and a tie, I see scars where ever skin is exposed. I see a strange cold white aura around the body.
Suddenly he pulls out a knife and sticks it inside his own chest and starts screaming, strangely there is no blood. I start to feel a piercing pain in my heart. I try to stop him but he is too strong, I punch him in the face and the mask fall off.
He looks just like me with tears pouring out of eyes, he looks up to me and stares at me with a grim smile still mumbling something.
In shock I open my eyes, I gather myself together while the pain remains.

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...........I guess I am in love now,
And no one to love back.
I feel cursed,
I deserve to be alone.
I wish you are in a better place,
Far from me and the memories that
Bothered you.
I wish
We could have been together,
But maybe I never loved you the way you did.

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Why there is so much pain in this world?
Why am I suffering without enduring some?

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Love is a labyrinth,
It's best you never enter.
Once you pass through it
You always lose some of yourself
in there.

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Colours are methodical,
they make things complex and vibrant.
Keep it simple keep it
black and white.

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I talk too much sometimes because while I am silent, someone else starts talking in my head.
Unfortunately he is not a friend and knows me enough.

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