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7:18 amI wake up to the thoughts of you,Your face which I will be able to see again.I have not seen you in a long time,And tonight I'll finally get my..
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I sit by my bedside table,Drinking tea from saucers left with cracksBut years untouched.Underneath a moonless night,Within the stained memories of the..
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They say that before death comes over, hallucinations are experienced.Vivid pictures of memories are seen,Clear voices and real conversations resurfac..
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ALCOHOL!!
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It felt good to see you againAnd to have held those hands I once held.The one that sent shivers down my body,As you trace every curve and lines of my ..
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As a child,I used to pretend to have wingsAnd then reach for the sky.I'd fly until the horizon comes to a blur.I would feel the wind beneath me,Taking..
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Pour my blood to the fertile soil,'Til my agony grows and bear fruit for you to eat.Feed from the tragedy of my sorrows,And weep for me.Weep for the i..
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What happens to those who loved,But fell into the illusion of being loved back?Do they suffer from the hunger,By being deprived of the affection that ..
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It started from a flicker,A gentle lightThat radiated towards her.She embraced the warmth it gave,And pretty soon she was engulfed.Like a wildfire,Spr..
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Be a butterfly.Envelope yourself,From the harshness of the world.Make a cocoon of love,And forget about rest.Because what's important is you,And the r..
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