the clock struck 12,
i was breathing near the shores
with my only loved one.
later, we started bickering
and parted our way separately.
not soon after, i saw a 9 year old girl
standing alone, dressed perfectly fine.
"where are your parents,
are you alone?", i asked
"I'm not. the moon is
still walking with me.",she replied.
i don't know why but i felt it.

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The hands crossed across the iron bar,
To the roof top of a lonely house,
Head straight tilted up
Finding the answers, her heart can't
"Do you even feel lonely
Being among them?"
The rethorical question
She finally asked.
To whom?
One of the stars
"Silence I'll take it as a yes"
The end.

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Moonlight fell on her table and Nightingale came to her window Looking at her he chanted loudly "You are my madness you are my love."

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I spoke a million things
To the darkness that surrounded me.
Made sure that no one would hear me
And let the tears come out of my throat.
Felt a relief of letting it all out.
Until I heard a phrase
"Cry it all you want"

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"I love you"
She received a sudden confession
In the mere darkness of her room
From her male best friend
"I love you too"
She replied.
No hint of grin on her lips
Her pillow sushed her saying
"No dear, you love me more;
You share your tears with me;
Cuddle me whenever you feel low;
Don't cheat on me for
An untrustful human."

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rain echoed in her room
through an open window,
in a cold night
sounds merged perfectly between
water drippin' outside
and her racing heartbeat,
looking at the only candle
lightining 4 walled room
"why do you burn yourself
for other's", she finally asked.
sighed after getting the reply
"don't you do the same,
my darling"

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With every single flicker of her candle she skips her heart beat. She waits for a reply. But on vanishing said her candle "Don't wait any longer love I can't stay here with you anymore. Let's part our ways with each other's secrets."

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She flopped on her bed
And tears rolled down from her crimson cheeks.
Devouring her tears whispered her pillow "who made my love cry again?"

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it's late at night, more precise 3:30
not able to sleep, maybe cause she's overthinking
"why would you embarrass me so much? ugh!"
she exclaimed as a moment gushed through her mind
"no! i didn't intended to embarrass you.
i just wanted you to have fun but- nevermind
you won't understand me"
her own memory defended itself.
"but thanks for atleast making fun of me,
rathar people just wanna hurt me"

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The scented candle lightened up
The dusty, bygone four-walled.
Passing the aroma throughout.
Was writing a diary,
She usually calls a useless thingy.
"It's not that my life is happy
Or adventurous.
Neither is better than hell.
Why do i even write you?"
"Just so that you can read it later
And realise how strong you were
To even survive the hell",
A voice echoed replying back.
And now when she turns the pages,
She still confuse what made her
Get her acts together and plant
Roots of selfness

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