He began staring more into the mirror,
Too flawed for seeing his own skin.
The awe is covered by the lies he warned,
He closes his eyes to forget the burning pain.

Mirrors are always on mute!
They know inside what is besides the truth.
His face doesn't disclose either
Placing an emotional filter now and ever.

Fallen short by his own faults,
Rationality eludes from his thoughts,
Over existing and over being unknowingly
His reflection smiles at peace finally.

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When we were small, we built boats and sailed over each other homes.
We wore the t-shirt and got excited after noticing someone else have on the same colour.
The whole crowd assembled when mother return from the supermarket,
We dreamt and wished every time we look up at night.
Smiled with everyone and cried not knowing exactly why?

Now we are big and nothing has changed,
Unlike boats no one like to share their room.
Constantly switching between dresses- thinking others may not like.
Where our only hopes are prescribed by an overdose of fluoxetine.
People are busy noticing the aromatic perfume on the body,
And yet failing to recognize the fake smiles we've been wearing all day....

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Befriend the one who...
Keeps your secrets,
Covers your flaws,
Put you first,
Spreads your qualities,
Steer you through storms,
Overlooks your mistakes,
Reach out when you call,
Dream in your goals
Pass on your light,
Guide you home,
Should you not find such a person
Then... Befriend only yourself!

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I open my eyes,
And watch this world,
A world that I remember with love,
Footsteps teases and stairs scare me.
Hourglass halted except for the people were moving.
Walls understand my deep breaths,
Every dreaded memory grew desperately.
Whenever someone tries to talk to me,
Wondering if they were pretending?
Why do we connect? Are they real?
I might break the news and will say
But there's no time to get interested
My eyes struggled to gain your view
Truly afraid now in the great silence.

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Parts of me were made by you,
But now it became some sort of steel.
Sensing that scars now doesn't heal by the sun,
The whole world has forgotten about me.

Chasing and running young,
Where does it taking me?
Looking forwards and backwards,
Should I wait or be free?

Knowing I'll sleep and wake up at infinity,
For all who are trying in this world,
Silently screaming,
How it can be?

We can't reach out to one another,
Staring into these clouds,
Nothing I can do would distract me,
Thinking again when it started happening.

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Maybe I didn't win,
The race of fate.
Maybe there's more trying,
Than just being fair.

I did much better,
Than I thought I could.
It seems I have to stay strong,
How unfair people to thought what I'd become.

I knew myself once better,
Making people happy, made me sad.
If only I was certain of how they feel,
I would treat myself better and it wouldn't change a thing.

Light up my world,
When I go out again to wander.
For not choosing myself,
Can I be spared and pardon?

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By my side
Be my memory
I will hold you in my troubled mind
Even when my time will say to leave
I will listen to the voices
Which were unable to speak
I will stay today and every morning
The bed next to me won't be empty
I could not sleep well after that foggy day
Now after all these years
I woke up looking in the mirror
Holding my hand
Smiling at my own face
Carry the living of this self
As I realized
What I need most in my life
Is sometimes just myself
To get through the day,
To get through the night,
To get through the frost,
To get through the fire,
So If I didn't called you
Know that I'm better be semi alone
With the demons in my mind

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Just another roamer with a pen
Not quite outgoing enough
Yet often feeling undestined
Places that forced to dwell in rules
Along the way the stories
Remained unheard
Passing in one's day
Like understanding something
But in a modern way
That the people are bound to walkout
Leaving a part of their fragrance.

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These eyes have fought with madness just to, be here and stare at the identical obsession. The deep-set black iris is filled with verdict of sleepless dawns,
And now, no one wants their tales, told through these pairs. These eyes lift everyone who grieves; their reflection helps others to see their best version. Even half-closed, they add calmness to the raging storms. But today, suddenly the unshed tears have made no visitors come back home.

I'm blind and so are they!

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Did we remain dreaming about how and when? Between assumptions and vows.
Failing and falling, looked exactly the same, were later found to be mistaken.
And the thing about a mistake is that each time it has something to teach by proving the other person right. So every new one just makes our heart more beautiful and mouth shut.

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