Sometimes,
I hire their words
to write my pain.
Sometimes,
my words are the
cure to their wounds.

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You left me
with something,
which I can't write.

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The old me
used to dream



The new me
will be the dream.

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That little curve of your lips
was enough for me.
When I asked
"How much you love me?"

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Some suffer from heart diseases,
Some suffer from heart.

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Sky of my world
is only for my mother.

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"Win me"
feels so right
and so wrong
at the same time.

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Her mind is busy
like city streets.
Everyone running through,
no one to stop.
But, her soul is as
colorful as the sunset.
That's where her
passion lies.

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A face
concealed like a
icing on the cake.
Edgy points of my liner
couldn't help me
from a heart break.
Carrying eye shadow
like I carry shady memory.
I shed my dreams into tears,
it hurts me as they
were so glittery.
I cry.. cry.. and cry,
So the shadows can fade out.
Sitting in front of the mirror.
As I look at my naked face.
I see a little curve stretched out
Cutting down the pain
with edges of my lips.
I let my fingers
wipe out my cakey face.
So, my skin could freely inhale.
Reflecting the clarity of lake.
Look! kindness has found my face.

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Don't judge me
for I wear a smile.
when I'm hurt.

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