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sometimes, words are just words,
neither they give you hope nor
they hurt like they used to,
they just pass by you, like air.
sometimes, words are just words,
meaningful yet worthless.

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grief and faith

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heart on my palms
tears flow like water;
whom do I cry
when the people
I should cry, have
become the reasons
for my tears.
oh! how do I beg
your pardon?
you know the truth
still stand like a liar.
oh! how do I decide
this much love is
too much love?

I guess, I've loved
once again more
than the amount
my heart can pour.

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I was never able to find
myself again.

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if i kiss you,
will you haunt me?— % &haunt me
in my day dreams
till they become
nightmares,
till i wake up
feeling like a
volcano is about to
erupt of my chest.— % &i can't wait to be haunted by the lover girl i killed in myself! — % &oh! to be haunted. — % &

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mom! i've to kill your daughter.

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