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PAINED

The harder I gasp the less I can breathe, the more I sink in the more clenched it feels this source of life put in me, as if it's right to hurt the way it did. Will I never learn to not grab the rose by its thorns? Will I ever just grab the bull by its horns? May there be a clear sky for those who carry no worries in their hearts, whilst the storm's ringing in my ears -a ferocious sound of thunder clashing and lightning smashing- loud enough only for me to hear; for me to resist it with no power left, letting me fall down, down.
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LOST

As the deadly breeze sweeps the Earth again, as it sweeps and takes dear life away, as I hear the breeze vanishing in thin air... I'm lost. I wouldn't say that I understand, I wouldn't say that I feel the pain, I wouldn't want to be another phony in the way, Because I'm lost. It seems as if the breeze holds me down, it seems as if I'm bound, it seems I can't move towards a helping arm... I'm lost. Please understand, I ask no more than this, that I can't live, live with what keeps me tied up in knots, with hurt and as others, with all due respect, live. I don't understand how I feel,
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WHO EVEN CARES?

Who even cares that we didn't light up the candles; Who even cares that we're not dining together; Who even cares about a small picture in the corner and on it, a pair of bright eyes looking at us? Who even cares 'bout the unanswered 'Goodbyes'; Who even cares about the unheard 'By your sides'; Who even cares about the shattering sound in each day and of no sign of a worry once it may end? Who even cares that all this only drifts anchored ships apart; Who even cares that it sets the sun faster and faster towards each night? No one cares that it brings a small heart to the verge of capacity and disables its might.
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THE HAPPIEST OF THEM ALL

Illusive whiteness covers the ground on the happiest of them all. Fantastic. Festive. Familiar. Where there are joyful faces, lit with expectation, lit with innocence and hope. Where there is wishful thinking and dreaming, perhaps, for the daylight to make all their needs into flesh and blood. Flesh. And blood. On the happiest of them all, the fog, the dim light, the cold silent darkness is subduing the image. My image. On the happiest of them all, my bones ache and my muscles are tearing. I apologize. For you to have remembered the features of my face. For kind, soft words we've spoken so many times. For being the representation of a lot less than you deserve. I apologize.
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I'M GOING AWAY

I'm going away, I'll send a letter one day, don't tell her just yet or at least not today. I'm going away to discover my life's destined way. I won't mind the long drive, I bet I will survive at least till May. Many words I know I will get about the pain and the sorrow and the wrong I have made, but don't tell her just yet. I'll send a letter one day and there will be tears running down the cheeks, but Please!... Not today.
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A VIEW BEHIND A CAMERA

Focus. Flashlight. Snapshot. Life treats us unkind, we all suffer from no might, there's no escape... no, there's not. Hiding and seeking, playing games when we were young, showing each other tongues; When our eyes should be shut, we were peeking. When we should be peeking, our eyes are now shut, our tongues have changed into fingers, that magical feeling that lingers is gone with lots of hiding, yet no seeking. Cut.

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