Seeking all his journey
Sought a better himself.

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Mountains, oceans, your presence.
My phases, my soul, your hands.
My pen, our story, a true fiction.

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There's a place, deep inside aground.
They say it's sacred, unaccompanied.
Yet this notional perplexes fully vital.
While I'm being erased by this variety
of cosmos.

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They say I'm possessive,
For holding it too long.
They say you ain't worthy,
For she has it all.

They say I'm judgemental,
For knowing her flaws.
They say you can't have her,
For her it doesn't matter at all.

They say I'm living a lie,
For believing in her heart.
They say you can't be enough,
For her it was barely a thought.

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Every strings of me has been played by few,
Listen to the sound but feel it's tune.
A leisurely side-by-side walk of resting evening,
Admire it's closure paint in the sky but hold me while you do.

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Always evolving and adapting.

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to that time I wish to rewind and stop,
to relive and revive our only closure.
to meet at the end where you stand,
to hold your hands forever after.
to the bridge where we used to live,
your head at my shoulder laying.
to that time I wish so bad to rewind,
however you had to departure.
just like a dream I wish to revive you,
so i sense my nerve and feel alive.

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There are some things we say,
And there are some things we don't.
Sometimes we say to just be proven wrong,
And sometimes to just hear our thoughts.
Still, there will be a thin line in between
Where one is hiding and one speaking out loud.
Eventually when we are found one fine day
It's just a beautiful day and a soulful space.
So when one say some things to you,
Would you now just lay there or join their world?

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It always matter who answered,
Than who was merely there.
It always matter who repairs,
Than who leaves it shattered.

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I know I won't be loved,
I know I won't be healed.

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